I wanted her.Her eyes sparkled as I approached her she was comfortable with the knowledge that she was attractive. I was going to enjoy this.“Let me...guess,” I said. “You are the manageress of Ann Summers?”She laughed easily.“Nowhere close. I am the assistant security manager at John Lewis. Mind you I am a customer at Ann Summers. In fact, I’m wearing something from their now!”The flirtatiousness was unmistakable as she continued, reading my identity label.“And you, I see are the reason we are. There was a dirty window to the left of the door and I moved very quietly and gently up to it. I gingerly took a peep inside, took a glance and stealthily stepped back again. I stood still my heart thudding loudly in my chest, what had I seen in that brief look... my cousin George with his back to me... standing with his white smooth bottom on show!I had to remember to breathe! I just had to look again, I couldn't help myself. All the time a soughing rhythmic sound became prominent. I peeked. The attraction was the cooperative program, which alternated quarters of classroom participation, with quarters of real world work experience. Her fall back was the University of Connecticut, close enough to continue our relationship.I never meant to hurt her. My goal was to set her free, to get out of the way, let her find the one who was meant for her. Best deal I could make was one year in Boston before a decision was made.Freshman year was a trial for her. She barely made it through her. We all sat enjoying Bob's whiskey and shooting the breeze, when Bob asked "Have you guys got the porn channel in your room?" we both replied in the negative, and Bob said " I don't usually get it either, but somone's screwed up and I've got it this time", Ian said " well don't just tell us about it, put it on!" So Bob turned on the TV, and it was more kinda British porn with real people as opposed to the sort of perfect American stuff, and for me i prefer the more realistic stuff, well we sat.