He was providing the house, her bed, her car, her food. Ungrateful little brat.But she had looked good on her way out the door. Hell, she’d looked g...eat in that strapless blue dress, with those open toed sandals. Laurie and her mom had gone shopping for it two weeks earlier, as a 17th birthday present for her. He did have a good-looking daughter, and she always had guys calling. Most of them seemed like good guys. Who could blame a guy for wanting to spend as much time as he could with her? But. . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a ‘membership fee’ of any kind. Posting is permitted on a site that requires an “Adult Verification Service”, provided the service costs only a few dollars a year for access to many sites (the way “Adultcheck” used to be) but not on an ‘Adultcheck Gold’ site, which requires much more money. This story reflects the casual relationship between a married couple, reflecting their total acceptance of each other’s fantasies. Birth Control is assumed. ” With that, Heather gave my arm a gentle squeeze and held my bicep. A few seconds passed when she began to gently stroke my muscular arm. At that second I thanked God for all the time I had spent at my school’s weight room. When the movie ended Heather quickly sat straight so that no one would know that she had been tormenting me with her flirtatious actions. As we began to make our way from the theater I walked behind Heather. The crowd was thick and was stalled at the door as people. ..I?m not a girl...I?m not a girl,? he muttered under hisbreath with determination. ?I?m not a girl...I don?t like getting my haircurled like a girl because I?m not a girl!? he said unintentionallyaloud.?What?s that, sweetie? Annette said.Realizing the slip of his tongue, he compensated with an understatement:?It feels weird with my hair in rollers.??Ladies like the feeling we get with rollers in our hair. The tightnessand pull on our scalp as it dries; that our hair is under control andfirmly.