' I wasn't afraid or show no fear, I was more curious where is Chuck were coming from? Is he nearby? Or, peeping at me from an open window? All craz... thoughts came to mine head! So, I have to ask him, I type; 'Where are you?' Chuck reply, 'In your closet!' Surprise by his answer, I reply; 'What?' OH SHIT! How did you get in mine closet? Chuck reply, 'When you left your room you had left your window open, so, I step inside your bedroom closet. I had watch you play with yourself ever since,. I've heard of these things called handjobs, and something else called head service, what ever that was.He stuttered something inelligable, and I just moved my hand to his bulge. When I touched his cock, I realized it was harder than any manmade steel. I began to rub it through his khakis. He moaned, and grunted. I giggled, and smelled my hand. It smelled wierd. The bus ride was rather quiet.When I got home, an exetremely strong pair of hands grabbed me, just as I walked through the door. One. It was so distant and echoey. This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on before she was frightened by a much louder scream of terror.“Hello?” Joyce called into the alley. “Are you okay? Should I call the poli-““HELP! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!”Joyce dropped her umbrella as the scream startled her. She looked around for a phone booth to call the police from. There! About 20 feet away. She booked it towards the red windowed booth and started dialing. 9. 1.BAM!Joyce screamed as. The second kept pressuring her for sex, and she wasn't ready. He had groped her a bit, but she stopped it and broke up with him once she found out he had cheated on her. As such, Allison doesn’t want a guy that wants sex. She wants to be romanced and loved, and so far she had gotten nothing. Her last attempt trying to go out with someone ended in rejection and left her even more unsure of herself. But Allison wasn’t going to concern herself with that right now. Love will happen when it happens..