”“Good. So Katrina? Have you acted?”“I have. In school. I’ve always taken classes in theater along with my literature classes. A couple litt...e productions in Valencia when I was a teenager. But of course there’s as much hope being an actor as being a poet.”He gazed at her. More pretty than beautiful. Neither slim nor tall. She had presence, but not charisma. But Joe wondered if that mattered. Having a young version of Alejandra as far as looks. But he decided she did have a look that he wanted.. " hey, my car just broke down, mind if I use your phone?" he asks. Looking into his blue eyes, you can't say no uh, sure come in" you say as you step back and let him into the house. He walks past you, and you see he is wearing a button down shirt, open to show off his nice pecs and abs, a little trail of hair creeps up out of his board shorts and onto his tight belly " so where is your phone?" he asks, and you notice him staring at your hard dick, still throbbing and leaking from the near. I was quite willing to ignore the whole set of veiled insults to my maleness when no-one else was going, but if one of the girls was keen, then it was the least I could do to open my foolish mouth and profess how it was nothing and how I would accompany Fiona in case of trouble.Of course, we all knew that I had three valid reasons to go. Firstly, my ego made me do it; secondly, I wanted to get into Fiona's pants, not that I had a hope, and thirdly, well there's no thirdly, but it doesn't feel. In her twisted and sexually immature mind, she reasoned that her vulgarity was some sort of gift to Max and that he treasured it. She sent him an email saying, “Hey, you’ve been on my mind. I would love to remain friends. It seems a shame to throw away our chemistry and our connection. Maybe we can just email each other every once in a while, you know, keep in touch.” His response was short and very blunt. “Katie, what you and I had was not a connection, it was my experimentation in.