They had invited me to their annual Fourth of July celebration. Meg is my college sweetheart, and we hadn't seen each other in nearly two months, so I...was anxious to be with her again. That wasn't the only reason I wanted to be there, though. I was hoping that the weekend would finally be the right time for Meg and I to sleep together.Meg's 18 (almost 19). She and I had met back in January during the Spring semester at college. She was a brand new freshman, and we happened to run into each. I finally found her working in a book store about three blocks away. And then I started doubting myself. Would she laugh at my American accent? Would she think I was stalking her? Was she married? If she liked me, could she live up to the fantasy in my head?It didn't matter. I had gone this far; I wasn't going to stop. I walked into the store and up to the counter."Hello. Can I help you?" I, umm. Yes."She waited. Then I blurted it out."I know this might sound crazy, but I saw you at the market. As i was led back on my bed i looked over to rob's bed where leanne was laying under the covers staring at me, i felt a little creeped out as i had no idea what she was looking at me for, she began to bite her lip and i couldnt turn my head as she slightly lifted the covers rob and leanne hadnt had sex yet she was just 16 and still a virgin but the way she looked at me she didnt seem one.She got out of the bed, grabbed the white silk dressing gown off the hook and asked if i would walk her down. I’ll leave another marker down here,” I told Jill, before looking at the Essex St. tunnel that continued past where we were. We followed it for several hundred feet more before coming to another tunnel that appeared to head generally north up what I believed would parallel Washington Square East and the historic houses there which we had read about in the tunnel book.“I don’t believe we need to worry about those other houses or this tunnel. We’ll check out the tunnel to the Custom House and the.