Sensing his presence, I turned to see him standing merely a metre from me.“The spider has the fly,” he said, and for the first time, I heard his v...ice. There was a pleasing whisky-gravel in his tone, very Eton and Oxbridge. “But which is which? Am I the fly, falling for your honeytrap? If so, then I suspect we will soon have the company of the assailant at my back. Or is it you, my dear, the prick-tease who has met her match.”My heart was beating fast in my chest, over his shoulder I could see. Dammit my friend thinks he’s sleeping at mine, plan ruined I thought. So we trudged back, my friend, his girl, my date and another girl who was friends with the two girls. We stayed up a while chatting and drinking, before long I grabbed sleeping bags and duvets for everyone. My date and I shared a duvet and were lying out on the couch. My friend was snoring on the second couch with his girl, and the third girl was on the floor in a bag, blocking my moves as she was so close to us. After the. I have always preferred men older than me for a number of reasons. I walked past them and didn't make any eye contact. None of them said anything or followed me so I thought that was a good sign and maybe they couldn't even tell I had on pantyhose. The booths were arranged in a rectangle with a row in the middle as well. I headed towards the front entrance of the booths. It was lit up more there but I had to push it just a bit to see what would happen. I got to where they had the display of. We sleep in separate rooms, but as the mood strikes us we sleep together," she said."Wow, a live-in boyfriend!" I giggled. "Must be fun!" It has its moments, my dear. It has its moments," she said in her best imitation of Katherine Hepburn.My mom was ecstatic I'd found a new friend and told me to 'be happy'. In April, I got very brave and invited Ellie over to my house for a sleepover on a Saturday night. She accepted and showed up in the early afternoon, asking if she could help with supper..