The way she finished the sentence left me in no doubt she did mean it, andfor some reason it excited me - these two are really going to teach me howto...be a woman from the bottom up (it you'll excuse the term).When we finally left Boots, we were staggering under the weight of ourbags, I managed to persuade the two of them to get a taxi, as to get ontoa bus loaded like we were was not really practical, so we piled everythinginto the boot of the cab, the driver commented that we had done. I'm not asking you to make love to me...just hold me...please."I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around my best friend. Amber was begging me. In all the years that I've known her, I've never heard her beg for anything. But she was begging me now. I felt my heart warm with love for her. There was no way that I was going to turn my back on her now. She wanted...no, she desperately needed relief from the sexual pressures that were threatening to drive her insane. The least I could do was to. We didn't ... um..." he started to explain when she cut him off with, "I watched you last Friday night, I heard some sounds, then went down to your room. Well, I know enough to know what you two were doing. And before you start back, I'm not going to stop you two from having sex if you want to. I've thought long and hard about it and, well, you're both old enough, I'll just make sure she takes her pill every morning." We can ... you mean, you'll let us keep doing it?" It's not so much that I'll. “Correct, a maze. To be fair, you will each get a pair of goggles, earphones, and wands to use, along with two hours to become accustomed to navigating in virtual reality. The rules are simple: the fastest person to reach the center of the labyrinth is the winner. If you stumble on a trap, five minutes will be added to your score. Both of you will enter your own, identical maze at the same time and in the same place.”“Our own maze?”“Correct. This competition is a timed one, fastest to finish.