.. but you call me 'Pet'... and it’s the same word... but instead it makes me feel happy... It makes me feel happy and wanted and loved and it makes...me want to open up to you... I want... I want you to make me feel this way again..." She wiped away her tears and said, "But first I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to make me explode, and I want to feel you explode inside me again. Can I have that? Sir?" Smiling, I kissed her, and tumbled her back onto the bed. A small cloud passed over. You'll be applauded just for doing that. They'll understand why you can't move about with your normal enthusiasm." Okay," Darren said. "I'll try it."It looked doubtful at first. During the sound check Darren had to sit in a chair and hold his new Brogan bass away from his body. The back of his right hand was burned and each stroke of the strings sent pain slamming up and down his arm. And even with the earplugs in place the concert level sound blasting out of the amps was making it feel like. So I stretch out. I hotly hope he will make a first move. Starts some conversation for instance.I am on my back, but he turns to his belly. Rests his head on his crossed arms, with his face turned towards me.He sweetly smiles at me when I look at him. To my disappointment he closes his eyes. He seems take a nap now.I do the same and I doze off from day dreaming. About how he would seduce me and we could become a couple.Indeed I did get to be his girlfriend, although it took some time. Perhaps. Buck stands six feet six in his socks and has all the shape of a Brahma bull. I mean that old boy looked as mean as a pissed off badger on his good days. He kept serving Bessymae every time her glass was almost empty. She was off in a blue world of her own and didn't notice the great service she was getting.Finally, after trying to get his attention and failing, I stepped down off the stage and went over and helped myself to a beer and said hi to Bessymae on my way by. "Hi Wilbur," she said and.