No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any i...formation storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used. I try to catch W & ask her to give me a hug. W just blushes and move away. Actually i wanted to catch W’s ass as it looked very attractive to me.After the milk shake is over, W guides me inside the bedroom & i pull her on me & put my lips on hers. W hugs me tightly & presses my bums. W then starts opening my shirt buttons and removes my shirt. In the meanwhile i put my hands on her nice and round ass and kiss her neck and W lets out a moan (sensitive area for her). W puts her hand on my dick. Jason felt his breath leave his chestdid this girl just quote Tolstoy? The bell rang before he had time to even process what had just happened. Erin had paused, confused, then started to laugh. Oh, I get it, youre dark. Jason couldnt tell if Erin was being sarcastic. But with the next sentence he knew. You should meet Huntingtons own little Goth boy, Jason Silver. Im sure you two would get along really well. Erin laughed again and walked out of the classroom. Jason said nothing, only continued. We’d reached the Louvre. It was neat how we turned off the main road and into a short tunnel that was basically cut into the building itself. I’m not shy to admit that I gawked as much as any tourist ever had. I was a huge fan of Renaissance architecture, and what I saw in front of me particularly sparked my interest. There was such history in Europe as compared to the US. We had a few centuries, but they had thousands of years to look back at. It was mind-boggling to think about sometimes.Our.