Weird... why some gal who's makes me so angry could push my buttons so... The little cunt! I remember when She first wrote I was involved with several..."masters" as they insipidly insisted on being called. When She spoke, and I knew instantly She was different. I felt that odd... feeling... you know the one you get, when you,... well... You know. (embarrassed smile)Pure magnitism, I guess! (confussed shrug) Only She was a REPELANT magnet, not an atractant believe me!!! I instantly hated Her. Since it was a working day I managed to get corner seats for a flop Hindi movie with the theatre almost empty, that too in a closing down mall slowlyAnd I got closer to her and romantically handled her, holding her hands, rubbing, moving upwards. I turned towards her, held her face and looked deeply into her eyes and said that I wanted to kiss her. She never said a thing, but just stared back. I got my yes, since a lady at her position would feel guilty to say yes. I kissed like the first kiss. I began to fantasize diving between Heather's barely covered tits when I was brought out of my mischievous daze. "Hello, Earth to Mandy!" W-w-what?" I stammered, briefly confused."I said, you look really adorable," Amy repeated, and pointed to the closet mirror.I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized myself. "Wow," I muttered out loud."Wow, indeed," Heather commented, her voice sultry sweet. "But..." she added."But what?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious."You need pigtails,". “Not if you don’t want me to. I have no right to ask. I don’t want to be falling in love with you, but .I am. I know it complicates things.”“How?”“Like last night. Don’t you understand? All the while he was pawing me, I was thinking about you.Nancy didn’t tell him about the previous evening but the memory shot through her mind. Weindorf, the producer, had been something else! Of course she couldn’t tell Nathan that, and the grip of.