” Taking Steve’s business card and holding it as I hear the devil and angel argue in my head. “Be bold girl, take a chance, have fun, ma...be get laid, enjoy yourself.”“Are you crazy? You would leave with a stranger? Don’t be a tramp.”Watching as he pays the bartender, I feel my pulse racing as he is getting ready to leave and I may be passing up one hell of an opportunity. He turns to me, extends his hand to me, and awaits my return shake.“I would love to join you and talk more.” I stand. ”“It’s for luck. When I went into my exams, I always wore a St. Christopher that my aunt bought me. I thought this might be your lucky exam charm.”“Thank you.” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.“Actually, James, I have something for you.” She gave me two envelopes.“Open this one first,” she said, pointing to the larger of the two. It was a party invitation for that Saturday night.“Mommy insists on throwing me a birthday party. It will probably be ghastly with all my family there, but. She catches me pinching my own nipples, and pretends like she’s not interested – but we both know the truth. I peddled my homemade generator long enough to get a good connection to the internet and cruised right over to XNXX. After reviewing the forums for a second I decide there’s more than enough jerking off going on there, so I download a few pics and photoshop them into my ideal babe. She’s 6’ 6” tall with a set of tits on her back. The wad I fire this time ricochets off my prized. I then ended up spending the last hour before her mom got home telling her about the game. How it worked, about the campaign we were currently playing, and about how it is like playing “Cowboys and Indians”, except with dice showing if the bullets and arrows hit or not, and how the make-believe game played out.“In fact, there is a game based on the same system called 'Boot Hill', that is about cowboys and indians,” I told her. “As well as a spy game called 'Top Secret', and a post-WWIII one.