A group of coed friends decided to hang out. Clubbing, dancing, drinking, eating. In the midst of it was Steven flirting with me. Now he had a girlfri...nd, who was younger and looked up to me. She was nowhere to be found that night. That he constantly made his way by my side throughout the night. We shared many sexy gazes and friendly touches. Even a little foot groping. Friendly flirting. By the end of the night, he wanted me bad. He invited me to his place. I hesitated. But I quickly gave in. As i hurried across town to the rendevous,my thoughts flashed back to phone call,a strange place down by the canal ,well out of the way of the early evening hustle and bustle of the town centre,i heard my footsteps quicken as i glanced at my watch five minutes to go just enough time my pulse quickened my heart rate climbed and my breathing became laboured,bead's of sweat trickle ed down my forehead and ran in small river's down my back. As i arrived panting the area seemed to be deserted. I had a difficult time... no, that's waffling, and Gloria wouldn't let me hedge anything. I couldn't maintain a relationship, Josh, sexual or otherwise. Sexually, I was frigid. I don't think I had more than ten orgasms from the age of twelve when my parents died until I met you, and those orgasms happened during my early teen years from masturbating. I not only suppressed my memories of what my parents did to me, I also suppressed my sexual urges and responses.Do you think you've reconnected. ” Gaynor’s world collapsed. Her personal assistant, Taylor, Anchorman, jumping over her, claiming her seat, claiming her just reward. No, this cannot be right, this cannot be right! “Umm, I don’t know sir. Taylor has only been here six months and she still has a lot to learn,” squirmed Gaynor. “I mean, yes, she is a beautiful young woman, and she would look good on camera, but… Well, what I mean, sir is, well… To hell with it! I want the job.” “Gaynor, I didn’t realise you would like to be.