The girls. The guys. Houston, Texas. Des Moines, Idaho. Gossip Girl, a book by Cecile Van Zeegar about the fabulous and fabulously screwed up lives of...Upper East Side WASPy teenagers.I eventually fell asleep thinking about ice cubes.I woke up almost two days later.Danny was slouched into a chair in the corner, his head leaning back against the chair, his hair tousled. His clothes were rumpled, and he was breathing deeply like people do when they're get to sleep after being awake for too long.I. ”Sean checked the time once more. Amanda was due to land in less than fifteen minutes and he was at least ninety minutes from the airport. He needed to get back on the road.“Thanks, Gail, please keep me posted.” He disconnected the call and opened his car door.The deputy was still trying to get some feeling back into his right hand, so he couldn’t get his gun out of its holster as Sean rose from his car and pulled something from his back pocket. Sean took the deputy’s left forearm, again. I pulled her close to me. She said, u smell good. I said thank you and pinned her to the wall and was kissing her on her lips, chin, neck and my hands were pondering over her busts. She was so intense and breathing very hard.I took off her t shirt and, she was wearing a white colored bra, with her busts of abt 34 size, wanting to pop out. I held them over her bra, and squeezed them. She just gave a gentle moan and asked me to be gentle. I asked her, if she wants it to b smooth or wild, for. The barest I’d seen a girl was when I was 19, seeing Miss Vicky dancing on stage in a bikini-type costume, and that was my first totally unaided pants-spunk – the last thing I wanted to do with a bunch of blokes from work sitting round the table was to wet my pants, but of course I couldn’t control what She was making me do, and I didn’t really want to. It was and still is a highlight of my life as a wanker and girl-worshipper. I dreamed always of seeing girls pose for real, and it didn’t help.