It was interesting, but it didn't change anything. "I'm serious, too," I told him. "Knock it off." I turned to leave, but he caught my arm. "I don't e...joy being ignored, Nora." "Fine," I said with an acidic bite. "Enticing as your offer may be--poetic too, might I add--I'm afraid that I must decline. There. You are no longer ignored; you're rejected." I shook off his hand and went back to Paul Mansfield. "I'm so sorry about that," I told him. I made sure my smile was warm and that Charles saw. There are things in this story that are horrifying libido-killers for me even in fantasy: as a writer, I follow the characters; I don't lead them. So don't fuck little girls or little boys; don't cheat on the people who care about you. Fantasy is not reality. If you read Tolkien and are tempted to pick up a sword and work your way through the Orcs in the mall, seek help; if you read this and are tempted to pick up some 12 year olds and work your way through their innocence, SEEK HELP. It's not. "You know the beauty of the Internet," Wilson asked."No, what is the beauty of the Internet?" I asked."It never takes a day off. I can run this as good now, as I could later," Wilson said like a kid with a new toy. Wilson was still playing with the computer, when I left for Hanford. Hanford was a town of about 75,000 people. it was about a four hour drive, if you stopped for a late lunch along the way, which I did of course. I had an urge for southern style barbecue. When I passed a restaurant. She had on the tightest little black skirt. My boner was back. whats wrong she asked. as i staired. at that moment she bent over to look in her drawer and there it was her naked smooth pussy right there for me to see. i almost came in my jeans.on our drive to dinner she sat with her legs spread and her skirt pulled up just enough that i coulld see her pussy. i couldnt resist. i had to touch it. as i reached for her hole she spread alittle more. she was dripping wet. now i know what she was.