“Could we talk again, mom. Tonight, just the two of us,” I said to her one evening, wanting to clear the air between us. “I’ve been having a h...rd time.”“Oh, I’m sorry, honey,” she said with a soft voice. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to, as depressed as you have seemed. I should have understood...”“It’s all right, mom...”“Yes, tonight,” she said, before one of the younger kids dropped something in the kitchen and that caught her attention. “Oh dear, what did mommy’s little rascal get up to now?”. Hassan nodded. "I have five others such as you," he said. "One is a little older, the others a little younger. One, in fact, is only eighteen. They are all in my charge."Oh God, thought Belle, this... this... at eighteen! At least, she had some little time to enjoy life."Generally," Hassan went on, "they are all good girls and give me little trouble. If they do, they know what to expect. You see, I have to be strict, Belle, for I am responsible to Miss Vesta." He spoke in an almost avuncular. Shereached down and guided the tip just inside her and that was enough.Within moments we were fucking like rabbits. I'm glad I rent a singleroom house because if we were in an apartment I am sure the neighborswould have complained from all her screaming and moaning. And the bedbanging against the wall surely would have woken somebody up.But we were totally alone... so we fucked and fucked and fucked.Finally exhausted, I dismounted from her and rolled over, panting as ifI had just run a. One day I’ll work up the nerve to really talk to a girl. Today is not that day. I hurry out the cafe door and vow to never return. A solemn promise to myself. I turn into the side alley and walk toward my car.“Hi, I’m May.” I heard a voice say behind me. I turn to find the brunette standing 2 feet from me.“Oh, hi.” I say, eyebrows raised in surprise. “I’m Davey.”“I had a class with you last semester. You killed the curve on the final and I barely squeaked by.” She said smiling. Why the hell is.