He swore on his mother he was. I made him get his ID because if he was 25 we were going to have sex. He brought me his ID and he was telling the truth... Before I said any thing else he asked me if we could go to my room. I didn't even answer him I just got up and he followed me.Once in my room I sat on the bed and he sat next to me. He began kissing me softly and passionately on my lips. He smelled so good. I put my hand on his naked back. I could feel his muscles. I ran my hand down his back. "But I have conditions, similar to yours in a way, for the successful completion of Nora's little drama." You think she's being dramatic?" I asked."No, no!" he replied. "That was a poor choice of words. Let's say that Nora has a need, and we are going to do our best to fill that need, because we love her." Do you love her?" I asked, my heart sinking."No, I like her," he replied, "but I don't want her to feel as if she's using me. I would prefer she saw me as a person with needs of my own. I. At the end of college I usually walk home rather than get a bus. As I only live a few miles away, I prefer to walk as it keeps me fit. At the end of one cold day of school, in the middle of winter. I was starting to make my way home and I noticed Adam. He was wrapped up in a warm coat with leather gloves and beanie. He told me he'd missed his bus and started walking with me. He asked if it was okay if it was okay if he could walk with me. My stomach jumped slightly, he didn't need to ask me. She hated Doritos, thanks to him. Her head hung low, her eyes scanning the tiny cracks in the pavement as she worked her way toward her apartment. It was above a grocer, small but convenient. After all, this was New York City, and she didn’t want to drive much downtown. The traffic and the drivers were both too crazy. Sara made it somehow to the door on the lower level, the one that led to the inner back stairwell that would take her home. Opening the door, Sara stepped through and watched.