It was what she wanted to experience. Traci got home about four in the morning. She went straight to bed, but couldnt sleep. She couldnt get the past ...ew hours out of her mind. Her night with Charles was slow and tender, unlike her afternoon with the neighbor. He had slowly undressed her, so painfully slow. With each button that was undone, her would lightly kiss the exposed flesh. His warm soft lips on her neck, then between her breasts. He took his time with her, building a totally different. It takes a lot to make this girl cry. I know that people look at me and think of me as a small, submissive little girl, but let me tell you, buster, there’s a lot of fight in this little cookie! I don’t give up easily, but the day I met Mike, I was just about ready to throw in the towel. ‘What’s the matter, couldn’t they find you a broom closet? If this is too spacious for you, I can get you one.’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ I nearly jumped out of my chair, he startled me so. He laughed, and when he. I kept quiet. He made me happy, and I'd bail him out again. I was lucky, he chose me over all the other girls in school. I would do whatever it took to keep him happy, and out of trouble from his parents. He was the dream guy for me.He was tall, six foot three, and muscular. He had curly brown hair, that if not well kept would end up in an afro look. He was the typical American athlete, football, wrestling, and cross country, along with track and field. I was smitten with his country boy charm.. All of that coffee I drank was making me have to go. Knowing I could not make it to work and most certainly did not want to have an accident in my nice panties, I needed to stop badly but were was I going to go. Not wanting some dirty and nasty restroom I got to thinking about McDonalds as they would be open early and their restrooms are pretty clean but where was one at when I needed one. Exiting the highway at the first street I came to because of feeling the pressure within me. I began.