I am not enjoying this at all."She hunched her shoulders sighing. "Babe you have to chill, there isnothing to be nervous about, nobody cares, guys hav... been checking youout all morning, so stop worrying, Yves thinks he has done something toupset you."Just then Yves returned with their drinks, Viv gave him another bigsloppy kiss and purred huskily. "Thanks babe, you're the best."'Huh the best aye...' Another stab to my wounded heart.We drank our coffees and Viv babbled on continuously, in. If you dont like dark stories then do not read this one. Lolas story is most certainly not romantic, but I hope it is perceived as very honest. There is not a real Lola, but I remember a girl in my neighborhood when I was a kid, who was known as the neighborhood slut at the age of twelve. There were lots of stories about her exploits, none of them pretty, so I had her a little bit in mind when I wrote this story. I have no idea what the girl in my neighborhood was like or how she lived, or what. Four unforgettable weeks.Allison gave me confidence with girls. I used the techniques she taught me to seduce my way through a series of girlfriends. By the time I was a senior I felt comfortable talking with, dating, and satisfying a girl in bed. My only problem was I couldn't find the right girl. That changed with Sharon.Sharon and I spent every minute together that we could manage in April and May while school was in session. I graduated from high school in the beginning of June. We. When I had driven in that morning I had learned my sister said cunt with an English accent. Nothing else seems to have stuck from her trip. Fanny still meant butt to her.“It’s mostly a twisted ankle though her x-rays show a hairline fracture,” I explained drawing Matthew away from Misty, “She might be better in two weeks or she might be on crutches right until school in September.”“Well, on the bright side, crutches’ll make her tits look great,” Matthew joked. Misty flared red as a tomato. I.