"I have to work so fuckinghard to be like that. You just don't fucking try, you're so fucking upand down, you're so fucking .... Emo!" she blurted."I ...hink you're the emo one right now!" He paused looking at the almost-crying teenage girl in front of him, before they both burst into a boughtof uncontrollable laughter. It was like they had removed all their hang-ups and doubts, and any animosity they had directed towards each otherhad been lifted. Kyle moved in and put his arms round the. I asked her if she would do something dirty. She asked what? I said I’d love to see her masturbate. She said nothing but placed her forefinger and thumb on her vaginal lips, running them over and in and out in what was a masturbation pose. Then she moved down, and let her finger inside her over her asshole. I took more pictures, and then I got up, removed my briefs, and pulled off my t-shirt. Gotta be naked for this. I watched her masturbate. She ran her hands freely over the entire underside. That’ll teach her strength. That’ll teach her how to be a heroine. She saw it. She saw the glistening, silvery blade come out of his pocket. She looked at the blurred reflection on the gloss and focused on it. She was following the gleam as it came closer to her face, ultimately caressing her chin, with no sympathy or remorse. She watched it, frozen, still unable to move, even as it reached her cheek. It was sensing her skin, sending shivers through her body with every brush of its dead smooth. We were both fine with this as long as we had full disclosure after, and invitations to participate if it was feasible.One non-sexual surprise—at least, not directly sexual—was that we were both five years off guessing each other's age. I thought Winn and I were the same age—thirty—and she thought I was ten years younger than her. I was never good at judging a woman's age, but I didn't think she was 35 or that I looked 25. "You tried to be a cougar," I teased one day," but only managed the.