Whenever I noticed a positive change in someone's hairstyle or dress I would tell her how flattering it looked, or how it made her look younger or thi...ner. This endeared me to them, again earning me numerous hugs and kisses which I enjoyed and used in my adolescent fantasies.As I grew older, the fantasies became more complex. Initially, I tried to pictured myself as "Lilly". I attempted to insert my mind into her body, "feeling" what it was like when she dressed, walked and moved. I would. She snapped the shot and sent it to him.Bob had fought with himself over whether he should contact the girl who had hit his truck. Obviously she wanted him to contact her. Why else would she give him her number. Still, couldn't have been much out of high school and he was practically old enough to be her dad. However, she was hot and he never imagined he would experience what he did with her.So two days later he sends her a simple " 'sup." She responded with a photo of her glorious tits.His. . yeah, I remembered him."I started to think you were a figment of my imagination," I said,internally kicking myself for using such a trite clich?. But you tryputting together a sentence in a situation like that."Nope, I'm not a figment. I'm a sprite," he said. "And before you ask,NO, I'm not a lemon-lime beverage. That was only funny the first 1000times I heard it. Actually, it was one of my kind who named thebeverage, I think. Or maybe not. I read it on Wikipedia. You reallycan't trust. She'd been turned ON, back there in that studio."Could I buy you dinner?" he asked, looking straight ahead. "I feel like I should compensate you for pushing you into all that." You didn't push me into anything!" she said, wanting to retain as much independence as she could, under the circumstances. Those circumstances played back through her mind, though, and she felt a little ungrateful. "Well, OK, you pushed me a little bit," she said. "But it wasn't so bad." It wasn't anywhere close to bad,".