Finally, it is Steffen that decides to push the envelope.“Narcisa.”“Yes?”“What do you have running through that pretty head of yours?”“I...��m wondering what you’re thinking.”He smiles at her and asks, “Do you really want to know what I’m thinking?”She returns the smile, almost shyly. “Yes.”“Then kiss me.”“I can’t”He frowns. “Why not?”“I can’t get involved with a marine.”“Why not?”“What happens if I were to lose you? What kind of life would that be worrying if you are coming home or not?”He grins.. We always went around with groups of kids and only on the streets of people we knew. That was the way it was supposed to be.Story #1, One of my stories:I started out by telling one of my old stories of Halloween night. I must have been thirteen or maybe even fourteen years old at the time. Two of my friends and I sat on the front porch and passed out candy to all the little kids that came by. It was usually hundreds of them in Detroit where I was from. Believe it or not, we missed not going. Getting a woman in bed is one thing but keeping her there long enough for her to orgasm and for her to blow him was something else entirely. As if speaking a silent, oral, sexual language, women knew what he wanted was what they wanted too. Only, they had no clue that he was only eating their pussies for them to suck his cock. All he wanted was for them to blow him, to cum in their mouths, and for them to swallow his cum. Then, adding their name to his computerized, little, black book list, he. Jack could clearly smell alcohol fumes coming off of the man. He shoved him away and resumed his journey toward his sister's house, at a more hurried pace.Just before he got to his sister's house, he thought he heard his phone chime, so he reached into his pocket. However, instead of his phone he pulled out a strange medallion. It appeared to be a simple jade green stone on a leather necklace. But the moment he touched it, images began to flash before his eyes.It only took a few moments, but.