Maybe black men had a way about them that made girls more sexy, Billie thought. She looked at him again while he drew circles in the dirt with a stick... and decided that there was something about Hanson that made her feel light and fluttery in her chest. But whatever might scare her about him took second place today. Alone in the woods the two of them were cut off from the hates and troubles of life outside and at least for a short time she could enjoy another person's company."You're so quiet,". ‘Yeah. He’s made my life a lot more difficult. I have to do so much more thinking.’ ‘You poor thing,’ Sunny said.’ ‘I want to do something to make things better. I don’t know what that is yet, but I want to help.’ Sunny shook her head from side to side, still smiling. ‘You’re pretty surprising yourself and it’s a delightful surprise.’ With all the people who believed in me I thought it a distinct possibility I could wind up believing in myself. On the issue of career, however, I had narrowed it. L closed my eyes and fantersised about a freind of mine l had had a drunken fumble with a few nights before (another tale to tell). l was squeezing one of my boobs and pinching my erect nipple with my other hand which l just love. The jolting of the train far from upsetting the rythm gave extra little hightened sensations and it wasn't long before l was feeling the sensations and tension building into and orgasm. When it came it was one of the best l'd had (with myself) for ages, the tension. Interviews, posters, his paintings being reproduced all over the place at an astonishing rate, and yet he had never returned to Elysium. Doug and Abi had wondered aloud about this together, in fact, more so because Alex mentioned the restaurant favourably in almost every profile that the media did of him but since meeting with Doug, he hadn’t been back. Abi had questioned Doug relentlessly, had something happened, did he finish his food, who was serving him? Doug had batted away these.