It was hisbirthday, all his mates were out getting pissed, and here he was stuckin this dead end security job, watching virtually no-one come and gofr...m a deserted lab. So what if he had a few drinks no one would know,no one would care. He started drinking at lunchtime; he'd alreadyrefilled his flask twice with vodka. Now everyone had gone, he'd givenup the pretence of a flask and was swigging it straight from thebottle.He flicked through the porn mag on his knee, God... he was horny,. He was tall, probably about six-two and slightly over two hundred pounds. He looked like he was in very good shape and was very good looking, like a young Denzel Washington. His voice was low and deep. Just hearing him talk sent shivers up her spine. He would have gotten her attention anywhere.Charlene asked her brother, "Robert, you know where your suits are. Why don't you and James join us in the pool?"As the men entered the house, she looked at Erin. "Well, what do you think?" He is. They would laugh when I was on the skins teams. They'd stop laughing when I started playing. They'd end up putting so many players on me that scoring of the other players in combo shots became too easy.So I hung out in the internet chatrooms.I suppose it's the only way for me to get a relationship.I was after all, looking for girls to date, not to cyber.Any idiot can get some by cyber.And I was not going to share my emotions and feelings with a faceless illusion.Ah. PuckPusher 3000 just came. She snuggled back against him, and heard Chewie give a small grunt. It had an amused timbre to it, so she knew he was awake."Don't you dare tell anyone," she muttered.Chewie just gave another untranslatable grunt. His fur was soft and silky, and it had an almost sensuous feel to it, so much so, that after a few minutes she began to rock herself very slightly, to feel the fur rubbing against her skin. It was a few minutes before she began to be aware that she was quite aroused, and once she was.