"C'mon Mia! I know you feel sexy and you sure look it. Lets go show these men what they've been waiting for all night." We enter the party. Wow there ...re a lot of people. I hesitate at the door and Stacy squeezes my hand harder dragging me deeper and deeper into the party. A few heads turn, to look at Stacy I assume. She grabs a couple of drinks and pushes one into my hand. I take it as I look around following my friend. We find a quieter room and I turn to her giving her a look that says "I. It tortured her greatly but the next day it got worse, much worse.As she arose and walked slowly from her bedroom to her computer room she had given up all hope of ever communicating with any of the readers that she had so tried to please with her writing. The joy had long been lost for her. She now recognized that this is a one way relationship where the writers write and the readers read. Any hope of feedback to her on her story now was lost.?Why doesn’t anyone comment??As her new messages. ”“I’ll do my best,” I promised him.“I’ve never known you do any less than that son,” he replied, I thought he sounded rather proud.We arrived home in just over half an hour.I was greeted warmly by my brother and sister, but Mum just glared at me.“Well, young man, what do you have to say for yourself?”“Hello Mum, nice to see you too.”“Don’t you talk back to me young man,” she snapped.“Pat, leave it. He’s been travelling for two days and he’s tired, and he had a shock last night. If you’d. “ Tristan please” He had no intention of stopping, but then his ever intelligent mind told him to stay focused, he couldn’t possibly have her here, her screams might be too loud, someone could probably stop them, she might try to run off and say I hurt her or worse. It took all his strength to rip away from her. He had to think hard, he need to gain her trust. Ripping away from her he tap kissed her softly caressed her face and smiled. “How was it?” “Not bad for my first time, but I think you.