You looked mad and I felt really low the rest of theday.I really am a nice guy. If you would give me a chance you would see that.Please don't tell any...ody but my mother died last year. My mother and Iwere very close and since then I've been sort of depressed. My dad movedhere to try to get me out of my depression but it only made it worse.Then saw you walking home and I thought if I could meet a girl like thatI would have a reason to keep going. You can imagine how I felt when thegirl I asked. I’m not going to stop you if you really insist, but I think it’s a bad idea.”“Now you’re confusing me. Explain?”“Pretty soon it’s not my approval that’s going to matter.”She sighed. “You’re right. It’s just that the idea turns me on so much.”“So I see.”“Speaking of which, was that the only reason you put me in this position? Or did you have more elaborate plans? Preferably of a sexual nature?” She was clearly on the verge of pleading, and his own arousal began to mount.“Actually, yes. Both. You ... you saw that for yourself. I don't think you have the right to judge me."Her last statement triggered two things at once, and they became so entwined that his mind was seized with a brief paralysis. First was the thought that he had every right to judge her, as he would never be so callous with other people's affections. The second was the realization of what emotion was being manipulated with such aplomb.He broke out of the paralysis, and the remaining doubt was swept away. He had the. As we ordered, our conversation was easy and flowed without hardly any hesitation on either of our parts. I told her again how lovely she looked again and how much I liked her outfit especially the leather slacks. I saw how snug they fit her, outlining what I was sure was a thong under them. When she sat I saw more of the outline of her wonderful body. The shape of her body fit those slacks like a glove fits a hand they looked like they were custommade. I took her hand and told her how very.