My guy said, “Come on, let’s get out of here” and took me by the arm.I said, “Get your hand off me, I’m not going anywhere with you.”Allen...grabbed his arm and squeezed the pressure point at his elbow causing him to let go of me and told him not to press his luck. He left, flipping us off as he walked out.Allen said, “Wow, Jan, where did you find that one?”I said, “It was our first date. A “get-to-know-me” lunch date, if you know what I mean. I think I found out all I needed to know about him.”. At one point they were close, but that all changed when Jeff went throughpuberty and started hanging out with those hoodlum friends of his. Nowthe two couldn't be in the same room together without getting in anargument. Having them share a room would bring the house down, and evenif it was a steal they had already sunk too much into this place to wantto rebuild it from the ground up."Fine, fine... Anyway, we're going to order pizza. Want anything special onit?"Ellen thought for just a moment. "What is it?" I breathed, hoping we weren't already caught."Light, up ahead where the stairs end." His tone was impassive, not worried, which reassured me."I don't hear anything." My ears, now mobile and atop my head, swiveled. "Not up or down." He nodded his agreement and didn't stop me as I edged around him and down a few stairs until I could perceive the faint glow ahead. After a moment of careful observation, I smiled. "Candles," I told him. "Smells like bee's wax and soy."Sure enough, the. "Since I am going to put massage oil on you to loosen you up, would it be okay if I took off my T-shirt and pants so I do not get them oily?" "Sure," I said, turning my head to watch him stand up, walk to the head of the mattress and pull his T-shirt over his head and peel his track pants down, letting an incredibly long, thick BBC jutting from incredible abs swing freely. "Is this okay?" he asked, with sensuality in his voice. "Okay? Well...uh...sure" I stammered.He got down on his knees.