I have dismissed the idea of chatting eighteen year old Nadine up, who had taken refuge behind the soft drinks cabinet, having tried several times. Sh... smoked like a chimney, was always as nervous as hell, oblivious to my charm, humour and smile, taking after her father, with reference to humour I would add, who I had worked with as a systems engineer at a medium but well founded and funded local firm, until they were taken over by a Jap outfit, who then ruthlessly got rid of key personnel like. She said that no, she didn't get any unwanted attention ... Jeff said, "but Mrs. Anderson, I can't believe they wouldn't notice a woman as attractive as you in such a\, well, skimpy outfit." Shelly responded, " I didn't say that they didn't notice ", she smiled that warm sexy smile, "What I said was I didn't get any ... unwanted ... attention." With that Dave knew that she'd picked up on what was happening and what he wanted her to do. He asked her "Shelly, if you don't mind my asking, are you. Here, Trevor said gruffly as he sat the beer down in front of the girls. Drink them, he demanded. Neither girl moved. He said, fucking drink the fucking beer bitch, the man from before snarled as he grabbed Leslie by the hair and pulled her head back. Billy, give the girls a chance to drink it first, sneered Trevor, still eyeing up the girls. Both girls grabbed the bottles in front of them and took a small sip. What the fuck was that, the man named Billy said, grabbing Beckys bottle. He. Tonight was the night you were finally going to make it happen. You wait patiently while your mom and step father get in their car and pull out down the street. "Finally!" You think as you rush to your room and change out of your school clothes. Anticipating the night, you don't bother putting on any underwear.You've always been a very sexual creature. Your tastes started off fairly tame, the usual blonde big breasted cheerleaders and sultry redhead stepmoms. You never thought of yourself as.