" I couldn't help staring but I think she was used to men looking at her. I saw a few people at the bank kind of watching her. She drew attention, tha...'s for sure. "What can I do for you?" I missed you at the party. You left without saying goodbye. I'm was sorry I didn't get to say goodbye to you," she said."I looked for you but didn't see you. I figured you were busy so I just left," I replied."John, I know this is forward but that's the way I am. Would you like to have lunch with me? I'll. You ask, “You cold?” when you feel my hard little nipples poking at you.I nod and wrap my arms around you as you steal the smoke from my lips and take a drag and pass it back to me. Your fingers find my panty clad pussy lips again as you press my back into the wall and I groan instead of taking a drag so you take it back, looking smug.We stand so close our noses almost touch as you smoke and rub at my puffy lips. I pull my skirt up as you press your hips and bulge into me. I look up at you with. `DO WHAAAAAAATT!’ Nathalie Portman screamed in her ear over the music, a tin of Kilkenny held precariously in her hand, sloshing the contents all over the floor. Nathalie was obviously as pissed as 2 farts, and went staggering off, promptly falling over and falling into a state of u*********sness on the floor, in a pile of someone else’s puke.Sarah picked up a Vodka and began to enjoy the party. The evening went well, with only a few fatalities and several limb severings and a few bone. Mark didn’t realize it then, but over time, it began taking over his life. He was almost becoming obsessive with his need to talk with Brent, do things with Brent, and be with Brent in general. He had struggled with his issues for a long time. Even though most of the people at his school were open-minded, there were some who wouldn’t forgive him for being gay. He had trouble even convincing himself that it was true at first, and had to steel himself to see a psychiatrist. And the psychiatrist.