Her message was there, bold in the Inbox :"From: M W Subject: Decision"I didn't leap to open it, as I'd imagined I would at this moment, fumbling, wit... trembling hand and uncontrolled fingers. I took a deep breath instead, dried myself, dressed, and poured a glass of water. It was most likely a rejection. Best to compose myself first.I sat down, drew breath, and read."David, It was a pleasure to meet you those few days ago. I enjoyed our discussion and I found your answers interesting,. Selling it on street corners didn't seem a good idea, so her conclusion was that the best option would be to find a rich man and grab him.As she was leaving work that afternoon, Alan said, "I'm going your way today, I'll give you a lift Miss Templeton."Unable turn this offer down easily, she found herself in his car and, as she expected, heading in the wrong direction. Her parents lived in a solid middle-income housing complex on one edge of town, but Alan was heading into the centre, where. We had a great conversation and, in passing, she mentioned that she was heading to her bank to clear up an overdrawn account. I teasingly said that she needed to be smacked for doing that. Khrystiana hesitated a minute and then asked me if I really meant that. Now I was the one who asembarrassed. I kind of backtracked and said that it was really not appropriate for me to say something like that. She then said, “I was wondering because that is exactly what my father would have said and, in. .* * * * *I woke with a start, a thin film of sweat coating my naked body. I'd half kicked the covers off in my sleep and as I glanced down my slender form I saw I'd got a raging hard-on, all five and a half inches of my young dick standing proud. Then the throbbing sensation hit me and I groaned.This had happened twice before now. I'd known Zack for about five years, having met when I was nine and he was ten, quickly becoming best friends; pretty much inseparable since then. But not until this.