" ...I looked that needy?Her tone changed when she said in a slow drawl..."Really, and what might yours be?"Just then the attendant came over to me to...verify my age (Really!?!? Timing!?!?) OK, since the mask was covering half my face, she couldn't see I was far from a junior in high school, although all my blonde hair with no gray maybe threw her off...Since I had to wait for the store attendant, 50's MILF left just before me. As I walked out the exit, she was there waiting with her mask. Was my obsession a perversion or a Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). I watched a movie called crash when I was thirteen, too young I know, but in the scene the girl wearing calipers asks for help to get in to the convertible, her legs constrained with the metal braces and her short skirts rode high up her upper thighs and exposed her crotch, for me seeing that seemed to fulfill a sexual desire as it was no coincidence people told me I looked like her or she reminded them of me, seeing and. I cant even look at your face. Youve been using me this whole time! I didnt understand what she was talking about. She was sniffling and choking on her words like a crazy person. Brian spoke so softly I couldnt hear him, but I could tell he was trying to soothe her with his words. No! Thats disgusting! Its absolutely not fucking natural, dont even say that! Youre sick. You need help. I ought to call the police right now and… I heard a muffled shriek and a clatter with a bang. It seemed like. Karen and I sat on my couch and Jess curled up with her feet under her onthe big chair. As the wine bottle emptied and another was started we gotto know each other. Jess was quick minded and had a slightly twistedsense of humor. We were laughing and telling stories. Karen shared someof her more outrageous ER adventures and I added some fire departmenthappenings. By the end of the second bottle were all feeling a littleloose. The stories started getting a little sexier and the room felt.