“Jennifer, what’s going on?”“Just fucking forget every god damn commitment you’ve made. Quit fucking thinking about who you’re going to be...with. You can’t figure it out now. Every time you try, you get dumber!”“Are you saying you don’t want to see me anymore?”“Can you really be that dense? Fuck! Stephanie is right — you really are a ‘dumb boy’! Why the hell she wants YOU to be her first, I’ll never fucking understand. You’ll think about it so damn much you’ll ruin it. You almost did that with. ?Oh those old things, I?ve thrown them intothe clothes recycling shed, you don?t need them anymore, now you?ve gotyour posh uniform, so come along I haven?t got all day.?She finally followed him, getting into the passenger seat of his carwhilst trying valiantly to stop the hem of her painfully short skirtfrom riding up and revealing her bare thighs above her stocking tops.She knew he was looking, but he didn?t say anything, in fact he wasthinking, wondering what her son, that he was secretly. Tyler had not changed since she last saw him. His brown hair was long enough to spike in the front. His blue eyes were still the color of tropical waters, although they were not as energetic as before. His body was covered beneath a heavy tan jacket and jeans. His hair was a little damp from the dusting of snow that was falling outside. He still looked as handsome as the day she left. ‘I’ve spent the last six months looking for you. Why did you leave without me?’ Gwen looked at the ground,. He pressed the touch screen and the wheel spun quickly, then it gradually slowed down. The wheels speed slowly decreased to the point where he could see the numbers going by. He saw 365 days, thirty days, sixty days. Steve was losing his mind, hoping that he would get lucky and hit one day.Finally, the wheel stopped on twenty-one days. Steve's response was one word. FUCK! I laughed and told him that this was the first number, he still needed to spin for the number of orgasms he needed to give.