’ Then the fragile balance of her world collapsed in the form of a flat tire! Catherine wailed out loud. It was the last straw in a pretty difficult...week. Without very much of a preliminary, she found herself weeping, it was full out weeping, head in the hands weeping, end of the line weeping, ‘why the hell has this happened to me,’ weeping.’ It was only as she began to calm down from her weeping that she heard a voice from not too far away: ‘Dr. Little, are you okay?’ the voice asked in a. At first I was tentative, to say the least - it was dirty, it was going to hurt, only tramps did that - but I found a pleasure that superseded my fears. That was only one, of many, lessons that he taught me.Since it was a hot day, the sparse clouds doing little to still the burn of the sun, I wore a loose summer dress and conservative undergarments. I was a small woman, barely a hundred pounds - that, I had always thought my face was cute rather than beautiful.Of course I knew when my son. And who wants to lose power to a peer? Its demoralizing and thats not sexy. Also he was semi-attractive. Or attractive enough to do what I wanted him to do, anyway. We e-mailed back and forth a few times. I never spoke to him on the phone. I didnt want to become too friendly. I planned it out and he agreed to follow the rules. He told me I was hot and seemed pathetically grateful that I was willing to let him touch me under any circumstances. I began to doubt he was into rape fantasy so much. "How... ?" When we were dancing you had a raging hard-on. How could I fail to notice that thing prodding into me?" I'm sorry about this, Mandy. I should have explained." he said. Paul was desperately trying to get his drink-addled brain into gear.Mandy put down her drink and leaned over to Paul. "Shut up and kiss me."It took several seconds for Paul to understand what Mandy had said, and then he did as he was told. He felt himself surrendering to the inevitable. His hand caressed Mandy's.