"The bimbo, I mean?"Randi shook her head as they entered the foyer of Laura's building. "I saw her picture. Rhonda had it up like a kind of fucking sh...ine in a room in her house where she thought I wouldn't go. I left." Did she cry?" Laura tried to suppress her glee."Of course. Let's not talk about her."They got into the elevator. "Let's not talk about Nate's big black dick either, okay?" Laura suggested, allaying her bitterness with a half-smile.Randi nodded grimly. Both knew they rarely kept. But to me it was her soul that I found attractive. The prom went well, we danced and socialized as a couple, really for the first time in front of the other students. We shined as we glided through the evening as if it was destined to be. I had a room reserved at the Hotel as did many of the others, but we were not making the big pitch to go to the room after, because we knew where we were in our relationship, and that sexual intercourse would not happen tonight. It was interesting how. She was burning up with it. He tilted his head as if considering her question. "How about a massage?"On the surface it was such an innocent request, but she was pretty sure she could turn that to her advantage."Sure thing," she said, pulling away from his hand. She needed to move away from his touch so that she could get her head together. What did she want more, a kiss or to get her hands all over him? Good question. Kiss. She wanted the kiss, she decided. A massage might lead to a kiss and. ‘I’d wager it’s an enchanting sight.’ ‘Eighth wonder of the world,’ Jenny chimed. Clara blushed. ‘Nice innuendo. If you were blokes, you’d have me boffed for sure.’ ‘Give it time.’ Jenny, as was her wont, laughed it up. ‘So how d’ya get off, then, if the suspenders set isn’t an option?’ ‘Well, I… promise you won’t write this down and show it to my dad in a hundred-so years?’ Vastra crossed her heart, somewhere down beside her waist. ‘Pray tell.’ ‘I… I have a lad over, right, and he does.