Much." Lisseth. My name is Lisseth. What should I call you, anyway?" It matters not. You are of no importance. Tell me what you want." It's a little..... personal." Oh, now it becomes interesting. Just tell me Lisseth." Alright, I'll just tell you straight. I want a man. I want you to get me a man that will love my body. Not me. Just my body. I want him to treat it, adore it, embrace it. I want him to fuck me. Hard, long, deep. I want him in me, on me, above, below, around me. I want him to make. We stood there for a pair of silent minutes as she tried to take meaning from my statement."That's his blood on the gloves." Deserved," I told her turning to look out the window and into her apartment.She moved to stand beside me."Have you watched us?" she turned her face to look up at me as she asked."Once." I admitted. I turned my face to look down at her."He wasn't very exciting." I continued."You were hoping for him to be exciting." she arched an eyebrow in a moment of humor."I imagine it's. I was stunned when I saw her, she was about 5.5 feet tall, white glowing skin, lightly on the plumy side but had all the fat on the right place. She was wearing a black kurta which was complementing her white skin, and a tight blue jeans bellow which showed all her curves perfectly.Then we went to a hotel nearby so that we can sit peacefully and chat for some time. She was looking very nervous and shy. So I asked her the reason to which she said that is the first time she has ever met any man. It all began ten years ago. I was nineteen years old, a student at Northeastern University in Boston, Massachusetts. I had gotten accepted at that school on a student-athlete scholarship for football. I was beginning my college career, majoring in Criminal Justice. I was a normal guy in every way. My father, James Cormier is a forensic accountant. My mother, Jacqueline Brown Cormier is a psychology professor at Boston College. We lived in a nice house on Boston’s Back Bay. A nice, quiet life..