"Let's get out and sit on the hood for a little bit." She said opening her door and I opened mine. "Ok." We got out and sat on the hood, Desiree putti...g her head on my shoulder again. I placed mine on top of hers in that cute couple kind of nuzzling.She took my hand and held it for what seemed an hour or more but what probably was only a few minutes. She moved her head leaned into me as I was looking at her directly into those blue eyes. She kissed me long and passionately, my body was warming. She said she envied me getting good seats like this every month as she was lucky to get tickets once a season. So I offered to bring her with me the following month. We exchanged email addresses and a month later had our first date. We had been dating regularly since, usually in the evenings, but we often met for lunch as well. We had tried all of the so called ‘hot places to be and be seen’, and had recently decided that we liked the Cheesecake Factory more than anywhere else we had. Late probably. Don't bother doing me any dinner."Katy's mum tutted to herself, as she watched her get into her car and drive away. She had no idea what a little slut her daughter really was.On the way over to John's, Katy used her mobile phone to ring her friend Emma. She told her that she was staying over with her boss, and that she'd told her parents she was staying with her. Emma wasn't particularly happy about the possibility of having to lie for Katy, if she got asked any awkward. And then there were the tattoos! On Missy's chest in a tiny font waswritten the words "BRUCE'S SLUT." On her inner thighs, like sickparodies of an angel's wings, were two erect penises (much larger andfatter then her own, people assumed they replicas of Bruce) pointing tothe future and marked: "Missy's purpose" and "natural order." She hadother tats a lot of people missed; the slogans were also imprinted onher lips. To hide these stockings and heavy lipstick were no longer acostume or a fashion.