“Luther,” He says.We then shoot our shots.“Where do you live?” He enquires.“Umm! Down the road from here,” I nervously reply.“Look mate ... am in a bit of shit, can you put me up for the night,” he says, very seriously.“Sure, but it’s only a small pad with one bed,” I say, nervously and with desires building.“Could it hold both of us,” he queried.“I think so, it’s a double sized bed,” I answered.We leave via a cab to my apartment.Inside I put more antiseptic lotion on his abrasions, while he. They would rather think of Ireland as a place of happy leprechauns, drunken and merry, rather than the true tragedy of Bridget’s homeland. Bridget sighed, despairing for her adopted countrymen. Before her was a half-full bottle of Jameson, a chipped ashtray brimming with butts and ash, and a damply empty glass. The red-haired lass fixed the glass’s fault, and stared down balefully with her green eyes at the letter set down before her on the warped wood of the wobbly table. It was then that a. He asked me why and I mumbled something about a blue cover. My boss looked like he was going to shit in his pants. I swear I never thought he would actually start crying. Can you imagine? An attorney crying?…..’ Her classmates all roared with laughter. ‘Blue covers? Complaints? Local court rules? What the heck are they talking about?’ Suzy thought to herself. She envied how they all seemed so at ease. She seriously debated whether or not she should run out of class. Enter Professor Tom. He. I went over and opened the front door to greet him. He could not resist how sexy I looked, and he did not say anything he just put his hands on my face and started to passionately kiss me in the doorway. Then he pushed forward so I took a few steps back so he could get inside the house. He shut the door while kissing me and picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him while our lips and tongue remained in contact. He carried me to our bed and put me on my back where he climbed on top of me and.