Sadly I was still a virgin and driving around in tat damn Pinto wasn’t going to change that anytime soon. I saved 50% of every paycheck in order to ...uy something better. What I really wanted was a pickup. Nothing new, but not old either. It was late October and the weather service had announced that we were in for a freak southern blizzard. No one put much stock into it, seeing as it rarely snows in the coastal towns. I had gotten home late from football practice and my mom had told me that it. I eventually started to wank off thinking about how I would: 1) make love to her, 2) have sex with her, 3) fuck her, 4) make her cum and spoil her for the world.Many times, when she had problems, I have held her pretty face to reassure her that everything is going to be ok, and caressed, played, tucked her hair as sign of my affection for her. She was my close friend and crush. But it didn’t change the fact that if I could get her in bed, I would fuck her.I even had a dream about waking up in. . She could take care of herself – that much was obvious. Honestly, he pitied any stupid noble who thought she’d be an easy way to get at him; Leliana would eat an old hag like Esmerelle for breakfast. In her sleep. That wouldn’t save her from the terrible things that would happen to her reputation, though, and yet ... the idea of walking away from her, when he’d only just managed to even approach her ... He couldn’t. He wouldn’t, not unless things got too dangerous. He’d keep things discreet,. “So is Heather’s Mom still alive?” I asked, trying to make conversation on the 30 minute ride across town. “Oh yeah, she’s still alive.” He answered but I detected a hint of something there, dissatisfaction maybe? “Oh cool. I didn’t know.” I replied. Not really all that interested but just trying to come up with something to say. “Yeah, but can I tell you something?” He asked, acting as if suddenly we were old friends even though I just met the guy.“Sure.” I answered, I often had the effect.