..I wouldn’t have offered if it was a problem. Like we was talking about. Ain’t no bitch on her way over here right now.”Paris laughed and said,...“Why not?!?”I smiled and slid the bottle across the coffee table. We continued drinking and that’s when Paris started.“You know, Bo. Have you ever considered the odds and economics of getting pussy,” he started.“Huh,” I asked.“Like how many chicks you have to ask out to get a yes. How many dates you have to go on in order to get said pussy.”“I-I. At twenty he was 6' 3" to my 5'7" and outweighed me by 50 pounds. I finally grew another 3 inches to 5'10". I took after my father with our Irish ancestry and looked just like he did at my age.Anyway you get the idea that there was no love lost between William and me. My father loved all his children, but he and I had a special bond. I'm sure this was part of the reason for William's attitude toward me. My father and I were athletic, William wasn't. We liked to do things outdoors like hunting,. " She sat down on a leather sofa.The room was nicely furnished, and seemed to be a sitting room of some kind, a salon with a full sized bar. A large bookcase dominated one wall, and floor-to-ceiling windows with an intricate lattice the other. The furniture looked beautiful and eminently comfortable, but I remained standing, holding my two suitcases. Beneath my feet, the hardwood floor had been covered by an oversized Perisan rug and the house smelled antiseptic it seemed to me, and I found the. He stopped and as I turned towards him looked right in my eyes. „If you want, we can spend some more time together.“God, my heart was beating like hell. I remembered that kiss, he had given me in my apartment. And I was wondering, what I might be doing, if he kissed me again. Could I restrain myself? I had given a guy a handjob after a disco once, but if he kissed me... well, I wasn't able to say, if my hand was going to be everything he was to enjoy. I felt, like I was ready for my first time,.