Whoever stole it had edited some of the racier stories so they appeared to be diary entries. One day she was a popular cheerleader, who all the boys w...nted to date and all the girls envied. Then the faux diaries got posted all over social media sites. Now she was an outcast. No parent would let their daughter be friends with her, never mind dating; although that didn't stop some of the boys from trying to get in her pants, it encouraged them to sexually harass her. The only support she got was. As I pulled into the driveway, I began to wonder what Louise had in store for my birthday. Normally, we would go out for a nice dinner, come home to open my presents, and then go to bed and have sex. It was a bit routine, but it was nice. This year however, she suggested that we stay in so that she could make me a special dinner. Also, maybe it was because I was too busy to notice, but she didn't seem to ask what I wanted for my birthday. As I opened the door, my jaw dropped. Louise was sitting. I handed him the tusks and could tell he liked what he saw. They were about 7 ½ inches including the piece of attached jawbone.“What are these for Barnim?”“They’re a thank you for the awesome work you did.”“I can’t accept these, as they are from your first hog, and are a sign you’ve become a man.”I had to think fast as I had underestimated the intrinsic ceremonial value that was placed on the tusks in the Samoan culture. The idea I came up with would have to suffice.“Henare, I know you use boar. .. sexual.”“Understood. So what did she do?”“Well. We have been dating seven months, and are both virgins. So far all she has allowed has been heavy kissing and touching my crotch on the outside while I fondle her boobs over her clothes.”“I know that must have been frustrating Tyler. Is she a tease?”“Not really, just shy. But still... I had hoped by the way she talked.”“Yea I bet. I've only been with a few guys but I never led them on. If I made them feel something was going to happen, it.