There wasn't enough room to put the second 30 pack in while in the case, so I had to take them out and make room in the doors, drawers and random shel... space. I finished, closed the fridge and stood up to head to the living room. When I closed the fridge door Candy was standing behind it, waiting for me. "Oh, hey" I said a little absentmindedly. Candy didn't say a word, she just pushed a little at my chest, walking me backward into the open closest. Once we were both inside she pulled the door. I always had a hard time talking to women, but these few drinks that I had did make me feel more courageous. When the bartender charged her for her drink I volunteered to pay for it. “Now why would you go on and do that?” She said with a smile. I answered that this is probably the only chance I’ll get to spend time with a beautiful woman. This came across as maybe too bold in my mind, but to my utter surprise she was flattered and asked how old I was. “23” I said. She introduced herself as. FrenchIl s’agit d’un peu de fantaisie de la mineSi je me donne à vous pour un complet 24 hrs que feriez-vous ?Utilisez votre imagination, rien est tabou (garder, à l’esprit, c’est un mâle)S’il vous plaît les gens répondre dans les commentaires (tous les points de vue s’est félicités j’ai hâte de lire les réponses)Je mets au défi maintenant les gens à envoyer le même et voir quelles réponses elles reçoivent en retour pourraient être. "Living room," she coughed; getting her breath back. I nodded to another door. "Kitchen," she said."That'll do," I said pulling her down the hall and through the door. I pushed her down on the floor beside the cooker. There was a knife block on the worktop beside it. I picked out one with a 6 inch blade and held it to her throat. "You're going to be good." It was an instruction, not a question.She gave a quiet, "yes," staring at the blade. She looked convinced. I found a tea towel on a rail by.