. then maybe sometime this evening, we'll have to give you the chance to fulfil your desires again, " She giggled again."I'm looking forward to it.,..... In fact, I've never looked forward to it more, especially after such a wonderful honeymoon" Tony looked at her directly, then and chuckled, realising that she was deadly serious and she was obviously not worried about being found out... "You mean that you have forgiven me?" Only as long as you can show me that night was no fluke." More coffee,. I mostly talk to him through e-mail anyway. He and mom live eight hundred miles away. I like to think of him as a randy guy in his late twenties. Like most the guys I like, I fantasize about him. But I don't talk about it much to my boyfriend. Nor to mom. Anyway, I fantasize about most things, not just guys. That's probably, no, that IS why I like to write. Sort of crystalizes my ideas. I wanted to call the hero in this story "Otis" after stepdad's pseudoname. I don't know why he won't even use. "They like it," she said hoisting them up and letting them fall, they bounced oh so nicely. They were definitely natural."Well cause.. never mind," I say returning my gaze to the game."Ah, you're a boob guy," Brittany nodded as leaned back into the couch. "Duh!" I laughed as Brittany pelted me with a chip. "What's with the throwing?" I laugh. Brittany shrugs as we return to watching the rest of the game. I switch when the game is over to my teams game, her team is on the other channel, so we. Aunty was soon in, kissing me hallo, bringing some wool for mum, and an order for a pink elephant, and a bar of my favourite chocolate for me, then going up to wash as she usually did, while mum served the pie, we soon ate, it being my turn I washed, up the women going into the sitting room, and settling in front of the fire. I soon joined them, and we watched the soaps as we usually did. Mum telling aunty about my fear of leaving goo on the carpet and her suggestion that they took turns to.