What on earth would keep him from grabbing the bag and taking what was his? That was when she snapped the picture and shared it with her friend, giggl...ng her head off. The humiliation devastated him. As usual it shut his mind down, pushing out whatever thought he might be having. It shrunk his world into a tiny, constricted place. He wondered who might be on the other side of the conversation ­– Tasha? – or more likely a total stranger, seeing him in his hairy nakedness sporting the ridiculous. ‘I didn’t want to wake you.’ she said. With some confidence, her voice was different. It was not quiet, hesitant and apologetic. It was … The voice the night before. That voice was her voice. And it was the voice of my dream lady. But no, it couldn’t be. Sid had told me that Fi had arrived this morning. My mouth was dry. I looked at my half mug of tea. It was cold. Her mug lay empty. ‘Do you want another?’ ‘I’ll make it if you show me where things are.’ I tried to get from my seat. She saw me. “You seem a little preoccupied. Is everything Okay?” “Yes, why?” I answered. “Hmm, not sure...” she said and then looked away, breaking the connection and lifting her fork to her mouth. She was right though. For some reason I couldn't shake the image of the young woman in the white jeans from my mind. “Mel...?” I began, after our meal was over. She raised an eyebrow. “Alec is away tonight...” “Is he?” she simply replied. “Do want to stay with me?” It was not an unusual question, we had stayed. He could be the one, you know? I need to finally address my sexual issues to ensure we don't follow the path of my past relationships. He figures me out pretty quickly and somehow sees what I have hidden. He tells me he can help me, but, I need to do something. I am afraid but know he is right. I trust him. I inhale a deep breath and drop the material hiding Pussy. Breathing deeply, I take in the sight of her. Surprisingly, my first thought is she is pretty. Very pretty. Her lips are neat and.