She looks between my thighs. She smiles.I am awakening quickly.She licks her lips like she is sitting in front of a bar of chocolate.She looks back up...to my eyes.She has a ravenous look that makes my guts twist as if I'm nearing the top of a rollercoaster."I need it."She takes her hands off my ass and grabs the bottom of her shirt.She slowly pulls it up.I see the bottom half of her breasts. They are beautiful curves, screaming at me to touch them, take them, make them mine. But my hands are. A long while passed before we spoke again. (Sits) Predictably it was her calling me with questions of her love life. We got to be close again, and again predictably, my heart began to twinge. Finally I asked her, and she thought on it heavily. In the time it took for her to think it over, I felt tortured. As if a cold hand gripped my heart. In agony I waited, and my perseverance was rewarded. For when the wait was over, she accepted me! (Jumps up, excited) My world exploded in joy, and I was. There was nothing wrong with my memories for events over the last two months. Mr. and Mrs. Giovanni had me read more than 60 books during that period. Mr. Ray and Nurse Yardley ran my physical therapy program. "How does that fit the Kinsey Scale? And where was the peer review, the basic research? Sir, the Scientific Method is all about verification. I can make claims, too. My claims aren't credible because I'm still a boy—and because I don't have the data to back up my claims. So where is the. My boner nearly ripped through my pants as I inhaled her intoxicating scent. It was everything I could do not to just rip off her dress and fuck her right there in the middle of the club. However, to my disappointment, one of her girlfriends pulled her away to the dance floor. Soon it got to the point where she could barely keep her eyes open and was leaning every which way. Regardless of the fact that we paid over $1,000 for a table, the bouncer told us that we needed to take her out.