Wilton had been plenty popular at school, so he hadn't banked much on needing new friends at college. His friendship with Cole had come a as a shock. ...hey'd met on Cole's seventeenth birthday, the first day of college, bumped into each other and got to chatting. Then Wilton had discovered they had anthropology together, and the friendship had blossomed. Now Cole was his go to guy for everything, even though he had nothing in common.Wilton had suspected that Cole was gay from about week two when. "That way, I won't have to be alone with you. I don't want to get slapped silly again."She laughed, which was a good sign.I was sitting at a table in the restaurant when I saw Robyn striding toward me. Her posture as she moved was straight and confident, emphasizing her height. She looked like a runway model, except her strut wasn't exaggerated."You're looking good today," I said as I held out a chair for her to sit on.She smiled and said, "Thank you." Let's order. We'll talk while we eat," I. So beautiful that if you did, you wouldn't care.One kiss led to another, and another. Soft kisses, the smell of you filling my nose. Humm how I love the smell of you, from the very first moment we met the smell of you has lingered in my nose and imagination like an aphrodisiac."How can I help?" you ask."How about making the salad? Cutting up the tomato's and lettuce and such?" Sure, sounds easy enough!" you agreed enthusiastically. Watching you at work, your hands moving smoothly, so. Me: What do you mean?Chloe: For starters, you have to go over there with the ball.Me: Ok. Not that hard.Chloe: And that’s not all! You have to throw it facing the other way.Me: What? I can’t see it with my back!Chloe: Take it or leave it!Me: And if I lose?Chloe: Then you do something that I want!Me: Hmmm. Ok. Don’t make me clean your room!Chloe: Hahaha!I took the ball and went a bit far.Me: Is this far enough?Chloe: Hmm. A bit further!Me: You’re not giving me any chance, are you?Chloe: Yes I.