Everything in this story did indeed happen, but I had to candy coat a few things and substitute out graphic areas. I was 16 when we first met, I was n...rvous and sitting on a bench outside the local hospital where I told you I would be waiting. I was not sure what you looked like as we had not discussed that in our chats over the computer, it was irrelevant. * I watch as people walk in and out, wondering if one of them is you but cannot be certain. After about 20 or so people walk by I finally. .. Operation Masturbation!...My plan is to drop a pen on the floor while he is walking past my lab table and when he becomes the gentleman that he is, and picks it up, I'll spread my little legs and stick my hand up my skirt and insert a couple fingers or a fist into my pretty little hot box. I haven't decided which yet. It's just as simple as that, right? Wrong! Let me tell you what really happened!It was a Wednesday and it was hot outside, so I wore my skirt ... wait, you don't need to know. I bet you can’t or won’t !!!” I am on the verge of bitch slapping her titties! Instead I say: ‘OK Barbie, I dare you to lick (whatever the guy’s name is) his asshole.’ She gasps and says there is NO way NO way she will do that. So I start clucking and doing a chicken walk around the table. Of course these three guys are sensing a win-win for them. And to her credit or due to stubborn determination she finally says: “OK fine. Game on Sharon!” We leave and try to figure out where to go next.. ”“Your Highness you humble me with your praise. I am but a shadow compared to the experience and wisdom my Great grandfather Egill possesses and as much as I would love to agree with your assessment of my home world, we are still far from being a civilization of reason and caution.”The Klack Queen moved her drop shaped head and looked at me with her black almond shaped eyes. “We think you should enjoy your evening and not pay too much attention to our titles and positions, simply speak your.