“I’m afraid you make some money or sleep in the streets.” I bite my lip and look up at him. He’s pretty handsome, I suppose. An older gentle...an, black hair beginning to sink into gray, but still looking well-kept and combed. Under a really girly, mint-green apron is a worn pair of black dress pants and a long, white button-up shirt. But the thing that really pushes me is his eyes. Sky-blue with flecks of gold around it. Gorgeous, I tell you. After snapping his fingers a few times, he gets my. ”“Understandable,” I said.“It wasn’t just the sex,” Emily said, lowering her voice so as not to be overheard by our fellow diners. “It was more the ... the warmth. Someone to be with me in that big, lonely bed.”“Yes.”“But I shouldn’t say ‘just’ the sex, either,” Emily told me, her face reddening a little with embarrassment. “The sex with Roger turned out to be ... important to me.”“Of course it was,” I said.“How old are you?” Emily asked me suddenly.“I’ve just turned twenty-three,” I said.“My. I was questioned but Jen told them I didn't know anything, that she called me from my ice cream route and that I'd just gotten there."Is Marty all right?" I asked the officer."We don't know much. He's been in the operating room ever since he got there. We were told the bottom half of his body as well as his legs were seriously burned. Can't tell you much else right now."God! What did I do? I never wanted it to go this far. I felt horrible; the police took it for concern for a friend."What. That night we went for G.I.Joe the hall was quite empty and we had the last row corner seat, as the movie started i too started rubbing my hand over her boobs in the pretext of giving her pop corns…. she didn’t object..it went on for quite some time and then i called her and as soon as she turned her face to see me i smooched her… she too reacted to it and now our lips were locked and tongue exploring each others mouth. I kept the pop corn on the seat beside me and began to stroke her breast...