He wasn’t happy to be woken. ‘You’re still drunk, you damned fool … ‘ he murmured, half-angry and half-asleep. ‘Go back to sleep. I don’... know who you are … ask your friends. You were drinking and arguing with some girl last night …’ He paused to drowsily rub his nose and then reached over for a mug of water and drank. ‘… something about the Resistance… and the Tyrant … ‘ he continued after he’d finished. ‘The girl you were arguing with ran for the door … you tried to catch her but collapsed.. It looked to be the same size as Jason’s, curved a little differently, which maybe accounted for how much better it felt? He put his hands under Gina’s ass and lifted her inches off the ground with his fingertips. At the same time, he took her breast into his mouth, sucking greedily. He fucked her with a rhythm all his own, mixing fast and slow with brief pauses, some thrusts deeper than others. I wondered if he heard some strange music in his head, maybe one of those Paul Simon African songs.. Before he could say anything, Anne just smiled as innocently as she could manage with her current heart rate and said. "Yeah, barbecue sounds great. I'm just going to take a nap in my room until then. Ever since school ended I've kind of messed up my sleep schedule." She started to initiate a yawn and stretch to accompany her statement before realizing the movement would clearly reveal what she was so desperately trying to hide. Anne awkwardly aborted the movement and without meeting her. I wonder if he was shy?"She did not sleep well either.The following morning, with a strong cup of coffee under her belt, she decided she could not go on being indecisive and he had asked her to the theatre. So, before going to pick up Annette from her sleep-over, she rang her sister."Liz, that man we met on the walk the day I came to look at the Old Post Office..." Yes?" He's asked me to go to the theatre with him." Has he?" Yes!" Do you want to go?" Yes, that's why I'm ringing you." Why? Want.