Serious enough to pretend. Serious enough to try. Serious enough to repeat! No, I'm serious, are you asking me to go with you? "I mean everybodys goin... to be there, but sure if you want to ride with me then that's fine", said Erosa. OH MY GOODNESS! Was it finally happening. Yes, tonight was the night I would taste every drop of her nectar. I couldn't wait to swallow that peach.Erosa arrived at my house at eight looking like the sweetest piece of candy. Her pale skin was illuminated in the moon. With his hands still on her shoulders, he looked at her. Oh no, she thought to herself, don’t you do it. Don’t make this worse. He did. He kissed her. Ever so softly, their lips barely touching, but she could feel it, she could feel his lips brush hers. Damn it! Ok, that was just a goodbye kiss. Everything’s fine, just stay on your feet. You can collapse when he leaves. He looked at her, pierced his lips like he was gonna say something else, but didn’t. She tried to give him a fake smile, like. His gray hair was cut short, as was his beard. His face was serious, chiseled into his head. He was obviously strong. Larry stepped inside, and closed the door. He sat opposite to the man, presumably Sir Wilson. As he did so, the carriage started moving, going to a place that Larry wasn't sure of."Well, Mr. Faulkner, are you ready for tonight, and every day here after," Sir Wilson said stolidly."Ah, yes, yes sir, I am." Good, good," he said, smiling, as if at some private joke. Those were the. I stood stupidly at a loss for a moment with two glasses of draft in my hands scanning for a secondary target when a short, older but attractive business woman leaned over and said, “If you have a spare, I am certain I can fit it in.”I looked her over carefully because I didn’t want to get stuck with some tasteless slapper with bad teeth or a loose puss. Actually, I liked everything I saw and I absorbed the look in her eyes that sparkled with a sense of humor and vitality. The thing that made.