My husband is a slovenly drunk. Why wouldn't I want to be friendly with you?"Walt smiled and took her hand in his. "I've wanted this for a long time A...ne. What say we get Harry to give us one of the rooms in the back here? Would that be alright?" Sure, Walt, whatever you want. Do you have any condoms? I've got to ask that you use a condom." Sure baby, Harry sells them for use in his rooms. Any particular kind you like?"Anne thought, "Well, I never tired to ones called French Ticklers. Maybe. I was 19 and I thought me turning up in a car would surely catch the eye of someone. I was staying at my friends house to make the weekend of it so we all met round there before we headed off. My friend Charlie lived with his mum who was great fun and a lovely lady, she was older, divorced and quite a large lady. Who am I trying to k** she was right up my street, brunette with a gorgeous smile and from what could make out HUGE boobs and would be classed as a BBW for sure. As you can guess I had. I don't think that I would want it to be anyone I know." And you would be where? Sitting on a chair next to the bed? Standing on a ladder and looking in the bedroom window? Or that old cliché, hiding in the closet." I think I would be in the closet; I wouldn't want him to know I'd be there." How does your fantasy have it happening? You going to bring somebody home with you or do I go out trolling to see what I can pick up?" You would be picking a guy up. Christ, I wouldn't have a clue on how to. ...?" she said slowly. "I'm, um, Mindy." I managed to stammer back at her. My eyes finally left hers and I stared down at the floor. The bell rang and she stared back at me for a few more seconds before grabbing my arm and dragging me into her next class with her. Luckily, it was the same class I was supposed to be in because she lead me to a desk, like I was some kind of rag doll, and sat me down, taking the desk next to me. I sat there, silently, through the whole class and stared at the.