" he thought to himself. One of the guiding principles of his pick up teachings. "You can go change in one minute. We are not through here." he s...ot out in a sort of annoyed tone. Her eyes now fell. "I hate when you make me play this role Jenny." Use their name to keep the focus, say the name with a very tiny hint of content. Everyone loves to hear their name, whether good or bad, but the tone in which it is said is picked up subconsciously he quoted to himself. "I want to come in here. It was too late now; she'd agreed to come over for "a little fun" and was bound to knock on his apartment door any second now. You need this, kiddo. He glanced at his gold wristwatch, that looked bright against his pale skin. 10:01, now. Where the hell was she? The knock on the door startled him. He checked his breath—satisfactory—and stood. He checked what he was wearing: a plain white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Zaria had requested that he wear something comfortable,. “Oh god, you are beautiful!” I blurted out. “I think there is not one thing about you I don’t love!”The girl pulled back for a second. Her eyes wandered around until she saw the old pussycat. “Puss, do those words count?” she curiously inquired. “No, they are close, but not quite there,” Puss replied. “And, remember the rules; you can’t say the words first!”What was the meaning of these cryptic communications? Did I dare ask? While the young woman and the cat talked, I slipped off my. With that she pushed Justin on his back in the grass and moved her body on top of his. She threw her legs over his waist, straddling his thick thighs as she hovered over him. ‘Right now I feel for you what you’ve always felt for me. I just want to be with you,’ she breathed into his ear. In that moment, for the first time in his life, Justin felt like a man. All the books he had read, all he had accomplished in school became irrelevant. The girl of his dreams was telling him what he dared not.