30. Itwould be a time for us to have a chat and catch up with each other. Thefuneral gathering didn't offer that sort of opportunity. I arrived at her...lace at the appointed hour. She invited me to sit on the settee whileshe prepared a drink. I was a little surprised to see that there was achild's doll on the end of the settee. You know, big blue eyes and asmiley face with red lips, a pretty dress with lots of petticoats. Shesaw me looking at it and laughed. "Oh yes, I still like having my. Her name was Shelley and she was one of thosegirls who were untouchable in my school. I am sure we all hadthe type in high school; you know the cheerleader with longblonde hair, tall, tan, tight body, always dating some guy incollege, almost too perfect. She was wearing some a denim shortskirt and tied up white shirt and camera light sensor around herneck."Hey Steve," she said grinning. I was surprised she even knew myname. "I never knew, but I guess you do look the part," as sheasked me to. She heard Sean move and do the same to the other side. Now Eva was terrified. She felt helpless. She couldn't see or move. And then, the feeling hit her. She was excited. She didn't know what was going to happen and it turned her on.She heard Sean get on the bed. Something tickled her. It's felt like leather. It made her body quiver.And then it came. A sharp smack on her ass And then another. She screamed in pain."Now listen you little slut, I want to make this clear. You are a. It's not a look that invites a smile or nod; it’s a challenging, ‘What the fuck are you staring at, you ignorant twat.’I grimace and close my eyes; pretend to doze. It just isn't the done thing to catch someone's gaze on a train or tube. There is an unwritten rule: never make eye contact. Heaven forbid you should ever talk to anyone. Now, not only had she caught me staring, I’d wimped out when her look dared me to respond. Pathetic and feeling sorry for myself, I actually dozed off and didn’t.