Everyone knew each other back home. Sure I loved having the beach near by, but its cold on the beaches in Oregon. It was cold here in New York also th...ugh, but something about the big city I fell in love with and can't give it up."Hey we are almost to the clinic, and look there isn't a big line!" Michelle could have killed me with how quickly she could walk in her high heels. Swinging her short mini skirt left and right. I looked at the small of her back as she walked. She always held her chin. So… This is so awkward.“As you can see, we can decorate our rooms as much as we want, but as you have been hired on probation for now, I would ask that you don’t do anything that would be difficult to remove,” he tells me, completely ignoring that he’s showing me the palace of gay porn on the ship. He closes the door and scrutinizes my reaction, trying to see if I would reciprocate his not-so-subtle message.As I can’t find anything else, I just say nervously, “Okay, I’ll refrain from decorating. “You’re such a good girl Anya. I bet you only ever masturbate over your panties? But then maybe you do it that way to feel like more of a bad girl about to be caught’ slowly his finger slipped under her panties and tapped her clit. ‘Am I right?” murmured James, but before she could try to answer. James slammed his lips down on hers; it was nothing like in the romance books she read. It wasn’t loving or caring, it was ownership and Anya felt like she was being marked as his. His tongue gained. I’m not mad.” “You’re not?” he asked. “Why?” She smiled and said, “You seem like a nice guy, not a perv. I think you’re a little lonely – you don’t seem to have a girlfriend – and I don’t see the harm in you having some fun as long as you’re not going to turn into a creepy stalker. You’re not going to do that, are you Pete?” she asked while holding his gaze. “No, of course not,” Pete answered. “Normally I wouldn’t have said anything, but I think we can have a little fun.” Pete asked,.