”“Would you please touch me?” she asked softly, guiding his hand under her short hem.“Are you sure?”“Yes, I haven’t been with a man sinc... my husband died.”“In here?”“Yes, you wouldn’t believe some of the places where my husband I have fucked. I understand if you don’t want to touch me.”Brad was a little stunned by her bold move. “Are you kidding me? You’re a very attractive woman and I’m fortunate that you’ve shown interest in me. Excuse me for saying so but you’re what a teenaged boy’s wet. Wainwright.I held in my sobbing long enough to reply, “Yeah?”“Are you okay?”“I’m fine, go away.”“Can, can I get you something?”“No, I’m in the bathroom.”“Sorry, it’s just ... Mr. Wainwright sent me to look for you. Do you want me to tell him you’re sick?”“Yeah. Tell him I’m sick,” I muttered the rest to myself, “tell him I’m dead.”“Uhm, okay. You stay right here okay?”Shit. Well that was the last thing I could do. I forced myself up and over to the mirror. Damage control time. I didn’t even. "Come on," said Shelley, surely you have kissed one of yourfriends when you were younger or jacked each other off. I knowyou boys are sex crazy and am sure that one thing leads toanother!" she said this time laughing our loud and flipping herlong hair back. "I mean you have the face and small body of agirl"."I do not! And NO!" Yeap, you were right Lisa (Mrs. Murphy's first name) this oneis surely a hidden faggot. He will be perfect." Hey fuck you, and you too LISA! I am out of here."Lisa. ”Chuck nodded his understanding and leaned back in the chair, motioning for Alicia to continue her story. “So, eventually, YungBalla’s people started throwing food and getting into arguments with other diners in the restaurant.”“Okay, I’m with you so far,” Chuck replied in understanding. He had learned Alicia had a problem elaborating a little too much when being quick and to the point was a much better way to make a news story. “I mean, it sounds like you got the nuts for the story. What.