I remember hearing Morrissey sing "I am the son and the heir of ashyness that is criminally vulgar, I am the son and the heir of nothing,nothing in pa...ticular" and thinking he wrote this song just about me. Ihated my shyness around girls. I wanted to be "normal" and have agirlfriend like the other boys at school.I did quite well at school, without the distraction of having agirlfriend and got onto the journalism course I wanted to at university.I became a Christian whilst I was at university. I was tired having been travelling sightseeing around the small coastal town where I was holidaying, all I wanted was a little drink before heading back off to my hotel.“Is this seat taken?” A small delicate voice broke the silence.“Oh, um, no.” I answered looking up from my beer glass to see a beautiful young bleached-blonde girl, she didn’t look a day over 17.“Thanks.” She chirped, pulling up the barstool and sitting down beside me. “My usual, please.” She told the creepy old scruffy. The look empowered me, I spun her around and lifted up her dressing gown, bent her over and ran my hand firmly over her panties, which were now a black satin thong. I pressed my palm into her mound and followed the outline of her pussy lips up to her arsehole. “Mmmmm” Stacey groaned. “Come on you dirty slut, carry on with your story” I said. Seeing how turned on I was seemed to give her a new level of confidence.Stacey turned back to face me, called me a horny bastard and asked me whether I. Stix was hamming it up as he added percussion fills here and there. Keys sang a harmony as Don overdubbed a quick solo. Life was good. The Gibson sang to him as his fingers caressed her neck, much like Jessie's passion song the night before.The song ended and Stix whooped. "Perfect!"Don hauled the axe off his shoulder and set it down on the stand next to the studio amp."One more take on the solo?" the engineer said into his mike."We're done," Don replied."Axe..." Keys started."We're done." But.