I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. This story is to be considered "Fiction" although it has its basis ...n "Fact". This is not to be considered a true tale of underage sex, statutory rape, or molestation, as these events happened more than a quarter century ago. Some of the principal parties are no longer living. The only reason I'm telling you that it has its basis in truth, is it might make it all the more sexy for you, and maybe make your orgasms. Grabbing her friends arms, she pushed them ahead of her out the kitchen. ‘This is ridiculous,’ she said, ‘We’re late as is. Let’s go…’ As they filed out, Jane looked at the card in her hand again. Visions of his body entangled with hers swam in front of her vision, and she folded the card closed again, tapping it against her fingers for a moment, before tucking it into the pocket of her jeans and following her friends to the cab waiting outside. **** An hour and a half later, while Jane and. He didnt take it away when he saw me. Adriana resumed in bringing more plates in. We started eating and he was complaining how Roxana cheated on him, how she ran away with another guy a couple of nights before, how hurt he was. I knew it was bullshit but had to keep quiet and get him out of my house as soon as possible, Needles to say time passed , wine got drank , he wouldnt leave. Adriana was enjoying his company...At one point I said yawning, "We should go to bed, i'm prettty. “Then what’s the problem?” I asked, “pay for it.”“David,” Mum protested, “we can’t ask you to do that, that’s your money, for your future.”“Mum, first off you’re not asking me, I’m offering,” I replied, “no, I’m not offering, as the majority shareholder in the company I am instructing the board to pay the bill for whatever the company secretary needs. The alternative is we have no future.”“Of course, you do,” Mum snapped.“No, we don’t,” I replied, “without you, we’d be stuck with Dad’s cooking,.