... "No, not at all!" By this time, Im going very slow and begin to pull off of the exit at the hospital. As im pulling into the hospital parking deck...I find a perfect space that nobody will see. As soon as the car gets in park she lunges forward placing her wet lips on mine. She begins to bite at my lips while my tongue ventures out to taste hers. When she feels my tongue she opens her mouth to let it in, she slips her tongue intomy mouth. Her mouth taste like a sweet canty. She lifts my shirt. ”“There was this one…”“Mom!”“Sandy was her name. Beautiful smile, smelled of lilacs, natural bush…”“MOM! Seriously! Please stop.”“Ok, so tell me what you did with him.”“And you’ll stop talking about fucking other women?”“Kevin James Keene, you better not use that kind of language with me. You know better than that.”“Fine,” I gave in. I took a deep breath. “Yes. Yes I did mess around with a couple of the guys there.”“Oh, really? Here we go, this sounds exciting. Please, I want some. Born into the sunny glamor of Hollywood, I was raised in the gilded neighborhoods of Beverly Hills. As a child, I was spoiled by a father who ensured I had the best of everything. I was a true fashionista. I mean, you name it, and Daddy gave it to me. My trendy, designer clothes and ridiculously expensive Italian shoes came from the best shops on Rodeo Drive. Daddy even saw to it that hair stylists who cared for movie stars also looked after my natural blond tresses.I grew up to be the kind of. Marianne took a deep breath and asked."Am I going home, is the evening over?" Guy stopped and looked into her eyes. His question was unspoken and her reply was also unspoken."Coffee?" That would be nice." He nodded.His flat was very well furnished and although furnished as a single man would furnish was nonetheless not obviously a Bachelor pad. There were good modern landscapes on the wall and some vases of fresh flowers scented the air. The furniture was good solid English traditional and.