It wafted up to my nostrils and filled my brain with images of harems and naked women.Well, we got to it, all right. Immediately. She stood up and tol... me to undress her. I knew her dastardly plan! She wanted to enjoy watching her word-fumbling, hand-trembling, sweating and idolizing nerdo make a sweat puddle of himself on the carpet just before he gasped his last words and died, his woody tent eyeing the ceiling. Well, I thought, if that floats her boat, I'll more than oblige her.Now, if I. I first met Sarah when we both started a media course at college. She was a very pretty girl, quite small with a slim body which was more often than not covered in baggy clothes. I immediately fell for her a bit but the difference in our ages – she was exactly half my age at 25 – made me realise it was a daft idea. She also had a boyfriend although I soon learnt the relationship was a bit rocky. Indeed they split up after Christmas but by then Sarah and I were good friends so any other sort. ’ ‘ I know, I wish you could be here under the covers with me, it would be a little more personal. Anyway, here it goes, you might think I’m a perv after that. So when I got home I had to pee, so I was standing at my toilet and hauled little Richard out.’ ‘He’s not that little,’ Chris interrupted. ‘Are you complaining?’ ‘Oh come on, now you’re just fishing for compliments,’ she said, trying to put on a stern voice. ‘Okay, so I pulled big Richard out and he was still all, you know, covered from. He sighed, hoping this alone would help his rather depressing train of thought set a more enjoyable course and sat on the barstool right in front of the barmaid.“Our first customer tonight. What can I get you, Mr...” the curvy, young girl started.“It's Chad,” he answered, “and I'll have a pint of whatever draft you got.”“I'm Lara. Pleased to meet you Chad,” the barmaid replied while filling a fresh pint, “guess you know this place from an earlier time. Long enough ago for me not to have ever.