We forge new friends whose only goal is to make money. The games we used to play are replaced with reports and credit card bills. What life is this th...t we have reduced ourselves to? Why do we not act upon those childhood memories that used to fill our very minds? My life faces these very questions everyday as does yours. We are the same everyway yet different underneath. Sometimes our only escape is into the memories of these worlds we create for ourselves. It was on such a meeting that I. 'I followed her into the kitchen, and she looked at the pile of dirty dishes and sniffed. 'I'll was that lot up when we've eaten.''Are you all right, darling? I think you're better off without Sylvia, but you must take care of yourself.' She hesitated. 'I — I don't want to be nosey, but what finally caused the break-up? Or don't you want to talk about it?'I took a deep breath. 'I suppose it was my fault, really. She was always pretty cold, prudish, really, and she didn't enjoy sex, and, well,. Something to cherish and remember always. Something to periodically stand before in reflection and admire. As I often did, always would. So absorbed in this memory, this incredible special memory of thought, I hadn’t felt her hand finally releasing mine. Only when I felt the lightest touch of her delicate fingers brushing away a stray strand of hair from my forehead did I know she no longer slept. ‘Doc, make love to me,’ she said. It was all she said. It was all she needed to say. It was all. He was about 6'2 athletic build and shoulder length dreads with a chocolate complexion. He was sexy as hell but she was embarrassed to meet him while in such a compromising position. She struggled to cover herself and thought that Jeremy would stop but he kept going. His roommate grew hard watching the shame on her face. he pulled out his cock and started stroking it. the sight of it made her mouth water and she wanted to suck it and told Jeremy so."Hey Chris, she wants to suck your dick" You.