Later that night, Georges friend Kurtis (George called him Kurtis Blow) called and asked if we wanted to come over. So we hopped in the car, somewhat ...ober, and rode down to his house.-At Kurtis’s house after sitting down with some beers-As we sat there on the couch, listening to Tool, Kurtis and I started talking. He said “how old are you?” I said back “fourteen.” “Damn girl, you look way older then that!” (I am always told I look YEARS older than I am, more like I’m 20 something then in my. After that, Glory seemed increasingly distracted. This in turn led to more questions, as she was leaving obvious gaps in her explanations. More questions meant more opportunities with the Televibe. She would flash him a smile or frown after each question ended, indicating whether she liked his recent setting change or not.Alan wondered, Is she distracted because of the vibrator, or is she purposely messing up so she'll get more questions? Or is there some delightful combination? How far can I. Then I led him out of the room and guided him to his office downstairs. We stopped in front of his filing cabinet."Just show it to me," I whispered, stroking his hand gently. "Is it about me?"He had stopped crying and nodded, but still had a somber expression on his face."Show me," I said softly.He paused for a moment, and then fished his keys from his pocket. On one ring was a small silver key. He held it between his thumb and forefinger and slowly pushed it into the lock, giving it a quick. It was odd to have this stranger appear; she had been feeling like the last person left in a world drowned out by the raging storm. Now as the lightning flashed and the thunder clamored, she drank in the sight of this sexy stranger sharing her shelter. He caught sight of her and surprise registered on his face. Clearly, he had not seen her as he'd headed for the pavilion.She smiled and he flashed a shy smile back, wiping the rain from his eyes. She looked out at the rain as the thunder rumbled.