I hope we can do it again soon. Maybe this weekend?” “Well see, I’ll have to check and see what I have going on,” and with that she reached up...and kissed him quickly, turned and walked away. The kiss lingered on his lips all the way home. He could feel her lips touching him. When he licked his lips, he could taste her lipstick. The feeling stuck with him, haunting him all that night. Darren lay on the bed with his eyes closed, the bottle of pills held tightly in one fist, the invitation in the. I guess that’s where I get my own shy streak from. Her friends became more prominent around our house and things always seemed to be pretty quiet and uneventful. My mom’s best friend was Margaret, a forty-something brunette who taught English at a local high school. She was the most regular of my mom’s visitors and was visiting on that Wednesday night that reshaped my world. It was almost midnight and I had gone up to bed a few hours earlier, but was unable to sl**p. My s****r, Sara, was 18 and. . and I’ve seen what pieces of shit like you have done to them. So I take things like this quite seriously, and I have a LOT of ideas for how to deal with you.“Would you like to be unable to get an erection ever again? Become a crazy homeless person wandering the streets, unable to even remember your name? Seek out relationships where a bigger, stronger woman abuses you for a change? Strung out on crack and sucking cocks for drug money? Walk backwards and bent over into a fetish club and beg. " How about you? Are you a virgin?" I asked, but she did not answer. At this time, we had pulled into the driveway.Miriam said, "come on lets go inside. I need to use the bathroom."I decided I could stay for a while. It was only 9:15, and my dad knew I was going out tonight. I had been in her house a few times when her mother needed help with some things. When Miriam came back down, she had changed into some cute short shorts and a tank top that left very little to the imagination."So, who is.