I got a bit of ribbing from my friends about getting dumped for the likes of Steve, but it was all in good fun and frankly I was so intrigued by the m...stery that was Bree that I didn’t really mind. Not that I think I would have minded all that much anyway. The fact of the matter was that I’d made a science of the 3-4 month relationship over the last few years. Hell let’s be honest and just expand that to cover my entire dating history. There were girls I’d liked, a number I hadn’t, and a very. With her pelvis against the table edge, and my body pegging her to it, I place my hand between her shoulders and bend her over the table. She never once breaks our gaze and she has this steely look in her eyes, but it’s not fear. It’s something much darker, animalistic. “Ohh fuck yes!!” she groans through gritted teeth. “God yes. She likes to be controlled a little,” I think to myself. I am relieved that I have not made a wrong move to this point. I push down on her, holding her in a somewhat. . what does she want? (You knew she had a crush on you but she was only 18 now and your 23)Hello?Hey is Brian home?This is!Oh it's Ashley, I was wondering if you weren't doing anything if you wanted to come over and watch a movie?(You think to yourself ah why not) Sure I'll be over in a few.Hey Brian, could you bring over some beer for us my parents aren't home and we don't have any here.Okay.You grab your coat and head for the gas station to get some beer. You buy a 12 pack of your favorite. Mom looked up at me and voiced my thoughts."You know Joan, these curtains really are beautiful. But, I don't thinkthey're going to match the paint on the walls." I could see where thiswas headed. "Since you did such an excellent job in here, I was wonderingif you'd paint the living room for us?"What could I say? "Sure Mom, I'd be happy to, but I don't work cheap. I charge twentydollars an hour." Where had that last bit come from? Truth be told, I wasstill a bit angry at being forced to forfeit.