. I guess I was just surprisedthat you were so, I don't know, masculine in the way you responded toBrad. I guess I was thinking about how Kelly woul... have reacted, andoh... I don't know. I'm sorry... I don't know what to think." Julie, I don't like having to respond like that. In fact I hate it, butas long as I'm Jason to the world, there are certain things that I haveto be prepared to do. I'm not much of a fighter, in fact I'm awful, butI know what happens to boys that don't fight back,. When I was about 12, "Jane" my mother and I would go out shopping, I wastoo young to be left on my own for such long periods so oft we trudged.On many occasions when she went clothes shopping for something, my motherwould always lose me on some part of the shop, but she knew where I wouldbe, she would always find me looking in the girls section of clothes orshoes in the store.Every time she would say, "John, what are you doing in the girls sectionlooking through the clothes and shoes?"I would. So I left their place and headed home. The next day evening the girl came to my house and rang the bell. I opened the door and she was standing there in a light coloured t-shirt and a tight jeans , like those north indians. I can see something had changed in her. She was more brave now. She looked into my eyes and introduced herself as ****.I admired her new attitude and was turned on by her looks. I felt like casually flirting with her.Her: are you free now?Me: yeah, whats up?Her: I need to. God, she was gorgeous. Slowly her fingers moved inwards until she stroked two fingers up my slit. My hips bucked violently. “Oh my God, you’re soaked!” she exclaimed, holding her wet fingers in front of my face. “You didn’t know it did you,” she mocked. “Here,” she smiled, holding her fingers under my nose, “This is what you smell like when you’re turned on.” I turned away and immediately her voice was hard and unyielding. “Don’t you dare turn away from me,” she growled and I snapped back to.