”I smiled as he stood up. By the way his young cock was tent-poling in his shorts; I could see he liked what he saw. I stared directly at the lump i... his shorts. “Can I go back with you? It will save time that way.”He looked over, almost in fear, at my lover. Glade just stood there chuckling, looking impish and amused. The attendant nodded and I walked around the counter and followed him through the tie-dyed curtain into the back room. It was small and had lots of clothes on hangers, stuffed in. More than okay now." I'm not even sure. I was walking by it, and I felt like going inside." She shrugged and clasped the chain around her again. "So, dinner?"The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. We ate, we fell asleep watching videos, and we headed to bed. But sometime in the middle of the night, I was woken up by something. The strangest sensation came over me. I could see in the dimly lit room on account of the city light, but I couldn't see anything happening to me.And I couldn't. If he couldn’t get her to talk to him how could he show her he wasn’t all things she imagined? Unless he could talk to her, get her to listen, even a little, he was totally fucked. Women in America were such a mystery. Of course he understood Susan’s feelings, but women in general fascinated and confused him. Oh he liked sex. Had his share. He was a hard core heterosexual. He’d been to other countries, and he’d seen how foreign women were treated. Women in America were special. Men in America,. She wasn't a pretty girl with straight dark brown hair and blue eyes ... but it was those eyes of hers, they could ... well they were cold as ice and could bored holes right through you.She and Trisha had bad blood between then for sometime and Brenda had told all her friends that she could kick Trisha's butt and she had been so damned sure of herself but that wasn't what happened, not at all, in fact just the opposite had occurred and she had wound up on the ground, beaten and cowed and with.