The girl that opened the door could not have been older than twenty. In fact, I learned pretty soon that she was only nineteen.“Hi, you must be Char...otte come on in. I am Gina follow me.”I followed Gina past a beautiful living room, giving me a chance to look at this young woman. Gina was a little bit short and petite. She was about 5’2 with beautiful long black hair and cute blue eyes. She was wearing what I could only describe as sweats, a grey sweatshirt and tight sweat shorts that hugged. Needless to say the party was pretty much over, so I said good my good nights and climbed in an uber. Later that night Kat called and thanked me for standing up for her, and explained that she broke up with her bf that night (What a fucked 21st b-day!). We talked for almost an 2hrs laughing, joking, and flirting (as always). Before we said our good nights I told her that I was going to take her out soon to re-celebrate her 21st so she "could have a b-day she won't remember." House. Phillip watched as the boy he loved tried to get a grip on his shit."Look Phillip, you are a nice man and I really like you. I think you are very sexy in a powerful sort of way. You make me get so hot sometimes that it worries me, no, it scares me. It scares me because you make me want to do things for you and to you, things that a man shouldn't do with another man. I can't let go of what it takes to be a man. I have to hold on to that sense of honor or I might as well turn into a queer myself.. Tell me, Phil, were you planning on being a bad boy tonight?” She grinned as she watched him blush. She enjoyed toying with men. “I guess you would have to define the word “bad” for me, Serena” he squirmed, suddenly a little less confident. Serena leaned in conspiratorially and whispered. “It’s ok to be a bad boy. Some of my favourite people are bad boys. Besides, I know how frustrated some married men can get sleeping with the same woman, particularly if they don’t get all of their…. How.