”“Can I ask when was da last time you got some straight dick,” the father-to-be inquired.“Sure,” started Nigel. “Last night.”“How y’...ll meet?”“He was the best man in the wedding. Sexy, dark-skinned dude. He was married. Had k**s.”“Damn! You don’t be playin’.”“No sirree Bob.”About an hour before landing, the captain got back on the loud speaker. He announced that the flight attendants should go ahead take their seats. The stewardesses had every raise their seat backs and put up their tray. .." Taylor sighed.All Taylor could do now was wait and hope that this would all be oversoon.A few hours later, Taylor was sulking in bed, staring at the bottle ofnail polish remover sitting on the nightstand. It was the thing thathe'd been anticipating for so long, but now the idea of removing themfelt pointless, since he'd still be stuck dressing like a girl untilthe tan faded. As Taylor reached out for it, his phone started buzzing.Taylor quickly grabbed his phone, seeing that he was. We began to gradually transform into a couple as time progressed. We went to the campus bookstore together when we needed to, we would go to various restaurants and fast food franchises occasionally, and we unfailingly went to our common classes together daily. We hung out on weekends at my apartment, listening to Steely Dan, Elvis Costello, and alternative radio, among other things. We also happened to have in common an avid inclination for the blues. There was a definite shared predilection. Jeffrey then came to re-fill Britney's cup and tripped and spilled water all over Britney's shirt. "i'm so sorry Britney. i slipped and i dont know what happened, let me help you clean that up" he came over with a towel and started drying Britney's shirt. as he did this he ran the towel over her breasts and gave them alittle squeaze.to his surprise Britney didnt pull away or leave. so he did it again, this time really feeling her up. she moaned alittle and he kept going. he dropped the towel.