She would always stick around me, said she's protect me and my smile, and I said I'd do the same for her... turns out... other people feeling the same...as you can cause lots of trouble. The fact that my friends all like me just as much made her feel... unappreciated... and I can't blame her. We broke up in 3 months.My second girlfriend was called Lola, and she was awesome. Tough girl, long black hair and blue eyes I'd easily get lost in. She was really, really tough... closest to a real life. "We had only been married a few months," I said softly, "and we wanted to get away from everything and everybody just for a few days. We borrowed this little tent and backpacks and took the train. We walked hand in hand for most of the day until we found this lovely little site. You know it was one of those small sites that only allow five units on it. We pitched our little tent and lit our stove to make coffee and then we heated some stew out of a can."It was so idyllic, thinking back, the sun. She would shower in the morning.The next morning Amy arrived at Dr. Conseil's office with the signed contract in hand. Dr. Conseil was glad, it was extremely important for patients to provide written consent for studies of a sexual nature, or he could kiss his license goodbye and say hello to jail for exploiting the mentally ill. More importantly to him, was that the therapy was more likely to be successful if Amy chose to participate of her own free will.As per the contract, Amy would receive. The camera had zoomed in as she explained how women had played an essential role in the development of Spartan society. Her hair was loose, its auburn highlights picked out by the sunshine. The top she was wearing, light cotton in a vibrant purple, hung seductively askew to bare all of her right shoulder. The shot had been lit carefully. With all Freddie's years of experience he couldn't be sure if her top had revealed a glimpse of nipple as it stretched across her breasts or whether it was a.