She buried her face in her hands, sobbing. What is a bloke supposed to do? I thought. I got up and went across to her."Come here, my love," I said, an... gently put an arm round her heaving shoulders. She stiffened, tensed for a moment, and I gave her a reassuring squeeze, perching myself on the edge of the seat in what I hoped would feel to the girl like a temporary, non-threatening position. Finally, she relaxed, and leaned against me, and buried her wet little face in my shoulder, not sobbing. However it became clear that our relationship was going nowhere and that my dreams of taking her virginity were going to stay just that -- dreams.We'd been out one night and I was returning her home, wondering idly if I was going to have any luck tonight and whether it might be best to call it a day -- I couldn't imagine that Karen would be upset, perhaps she might even beat me to the punch.We got to her street and a broken down car and a breakdown truck were blocking the road, but that wasn't. "My mother's clothes and all her other belongings are in that closet. She is dead and I don't think she would mind if you borrowed some," he said he backed away from her and left the room. Opening the door to the closet she saw two dressers and some clothes hanging from rails. Walking to the first dresser she opened the top drawer and saw it was full of under garments so she closed the drawer. She might be borrowing someone else's clothes but she wouldn't wear someone else's panties. Searching. Derek had never met a woman like her before. She was untried yet she moved against him like a skilled whore. The vulnerability he’d seen in her eyes had done something to him. it occurred to him that she may actually need him. All his life, no one had ever actually needed him. He’d grown up an only child, and very much alone when his parents died too soon. His career in the underworld had been violent and cold. There had been few people he could trust. Never had there been anyone who depended.