“Mr Silvesco says that you are even more beautiful than they have heard, Miss Helligon,” said the woman.“Well I’m flattered,” Miss Helligon ...miled. “You’re not too bad looking yourselves.” The woman relayed this message, and the men just chuckled.“Benvenuti,” said Mr Larvesta. “We are ... uh... ‘appy to say you.”“Speriamo che possiamo fare un buon accordo con voi,” Mr Silvesco said.“Mr Silvesco hopes that we can make a good deal with you,” the woman translated.“Well we also wish to make a good. 22yo. We had been to a hen-party for our mate Rachel, and to not put too fine a point on it ...we were well pissed! "God look at the time 2.38!" Fiona exclaimed as we staggered down the road, " I can't go home , I haven't got my keys, mum and dad'll kill me!" She began to get a little tearful, "It's OK babe you can stop at ours tonight," I offered, "What about your Simon? Will it be alright?" Course it will, come on dry them tears, Si will be snoring away by now anyhow!" I gave a laugh and put. She would never forgive him of course. Okay, maybe she’d thrown herself at him, maybe she’d been chasing him too blatantly, but she’d finally got him into her bed. It should have been the best moment of her young life. The sex certainly had been! But for him to cry out another woman’s name whilst climaxing inside her had been too much. Especially THAT woman’s name!! Robin had finally persuaded her to return one of Batman’s increasingly desperate calls a couple of days ago. She’d been pleased. He seemed like an average, slightly overweight, guy in his late twenties. Short brown hair, dressed terribly in a t-shirt with a fraying hem and khaki pants. His face was round with fat, but his eyes were this intense, piercing blue. And his voice. A commanding bass, that vibrated through your body and reached into your soul and you became putty in his hand.I was growing wet just thinking about Mark. Ever since I made love to Cynthia in the Starbucks, I realized that I was a lesbian. I was.