Especially the main character, MikeCaldwell, is distinctly more troubled than in the original conception.However, I like to think that the changes wer... for the better.Without question, real people and situations have served as a majorsource of inspiration for me, just as they fill that function for almostany fiction writer anywhere, I believe. Even though the basic plot in mystory is obviously a matter of pure imagination, there are elements,both subtle and not so subtle, that some who are. Amy laughed and said, I knew you would. Dont worry, youll get your chance. We lay together for a few minutes, each with her hand on the pussy of the other, and I began to regain some strength. So, how was it, she asked. Incredible times ten, I said. Times a hundred. Spectacular, unbelievable, delicious. The very best thing ever, I stammered. As I regained my strength, I knew exactly what I should do. I began again to massage her pussy lips, and as she closed her eyes and began to make cooing. "You said about us meeting for a coffee, could we meet today?" he asked."Yes,yes I would love that."So they arranged to meet at a cafe just off the sea front.Helen spent time making herself look as attractive as she could although they were only meeting for a coffee.They chatted away over the coffee's although both seemed reluctant to get the subject on to their obvious mutual attraction.After a few minutes Helen placed her hand on Simon's and it was as though electricity shot through both of. ”“You and her brother?”“Me and Mandy. Don’t look so shocked. This is the 21st century.” She paused and looked at me before continuing. “You’re quite reserved really, aren’t you? She told me that.”“Depends what you call reserved,” I replied, determined not to be forced into a defensive role. “Hang on, haven’t I seen you before? You’re not a musician, are you?”She nodded.“Camel Toe,’ I said. “You’re the drummer and you sing. Jackie Cameltoe”“You got me,” she said. Camel Toe was an all-girl band.