A tender, warm, full of passion kiss. The type of kisses that aunts don’t normally give their nephew. “Follow me dear boy, I’ve got things to sh...w you.”By now, I think I’m like a little puppy. I would follow her through quick sand, through a hurricane; I’d follow her anywhere. The room is three floors up but she wants to take the stairs and leads the way. All three flights of stairs, I’m looking at her ass and her legs. Her high heel boots, her nylons. I think she’s making a show of her ass,. I was starting to getmore than a little frustrated, not to say broke. Then one day I amsurfing and I see the following ad:INSTITUTE OF BEHAVIOURAL RESEARCHParticipants required for experimental investigation into efficacy ofhypno-therapeutic techniques in behavioural modification and learningprocesses. Opportunities for assimilation of further advancededucational skills and training for craft positions. Physicalimprovement also possible. Applicants must be of voting age andprepared to live in. "So what happened once you left the club?" she asked I went over thedetails again of Gordy following me out and what happened in the alley"Shit, you go to the police?" she asked. "I mean that was almost rape." No, I don't need the attention," I explained."Suppose not, so you've had the full op then." I explained thecircumstances from the beginning the plan to ruin Eddie the plan how Inever went through with it, Eddie's search for me our subsequent datesand the surprise of me falling in love. "Where are you from?" Maine." "Oh, I was in Maine once a few years back... beautiful. I loved it." She finished her martini, smacking her lips, "Mmmmm, that was good. I could go for another one," she said, looking at me just as the bar tender put down my glass. I pointed to hers—"She'll take another one." "Thanks," she said then took her jean jacket off and put it on top of her back pack on the floor. She was wearing a skimpy black tank top that could barely contain her big tits and it was.