I could smell his English Leather. I could hear the little twang in his voice, like his mother’s. I could see the scar on his eyebrow from an old ba...eball injury. I expected memories to haunt me while I was in the house he grew up in. I didn’t expect the more sensory ones like the sound of his voice and the smell of his favorite cologne. But I was willing to chalk it up to the surroundings. Except when I walked into work, Marge, our secretary, asked me, “Did you talk to him today?” Marge was an. "Nothing's the matter," I said. "I just need to know something. You're obviously a very sexual person, but why don't you want to have real sex? You don't want to go all the way. Is it me? I mean, if you feel you're just not ready, that's fine, but I need to know."Bethany looked away from me. I noticed a tear roll down her cheek. I turned her face towards me."Don't cry babe," I said. "It's not that important. I'm sorry I brought it up." That's not why I'm crying," she said. "I have a secret and. I was so astonished with her act as I felt something strange in my whole body. I did not have courage to put her hand away from my body part.She simply than ask me that she likes me and wants to havefriendship with me. I was so nervous as I was already so late fromhome and it was around 1 AM in the morning. She was a very sexy andgorgeous woman and I was also looking for one for long and it seemedthat my dream has come true. She told me that her husband worksabroad in Dubai and he visited her. Please, use your commonsense. While the characters in the stories may or may not practicesafe-sex, you really should. Not that you're foolish enough to eschewcondoms merely because fictional characters don't use them, are you?Do not forget to donate to Nifty.org, our host. They are super cool andworthy of our support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.htmlFinally, your comments and unsolicited praise are always welcome especiallysince I am new at this: [email protected]! MattStrip.