She is smart, kind and has a great sense of humor. Anyways, you guys and girls don’t care about that, that’s not why you’re reading this story....You want to hear all the naughty things I so wish to do with her, well here we go: I would love to kiss her for a bit, then talk. Gently approach my hand closer to her thigh, all while looking in her eyes. Abruptly, go very fast to her crotch and feel the warmth emitted by her pussy hidden in her pants, than move my hand away. Start to go and feel her. Even though the table would have obscured the movement of Joy's hand, the dipping of her shoulder would have given the game away. Did he in fact remember that at one point, a girl had walked past their table carrying a drink from the bar, had stopped to observe until Joy glared at her, forcing her to shrink away, head down with embarrassment?Soon, too soon, humiliatingly soon, it was over. To claim him heart and soul, it took her a minute, perhaps two, maybe, just maybe, three. But no longer.. I was an avid photographer. They even published some of my sports pictures in the school paper. There wasn't too much I couldn't do with darkroom equipment and it had gotten me a second place in a national Scholastic photo competition last year."Gary, would you do me a favor?" "Sure, Mom. What?" "It's that hair. Would you mind taking a little better care of it? You need to keep it clean and get a hair cut once in a while so the split ends don't stunt it's growth." "Oh? I didn't know. Eleven thirty. I loaded up the website but it was the same as it had been since yesterday when I got the email. A split screen image of what looked like a small town in the Middle Ages. One was a birds-eye view of the courtyard, tamped dirt with a single wooden post in the middle. There was a circle of benches and a big water trough around the outside. The other was the inside of a small cell. The walls were hewn rock and there was nothing but a single wooden bed and a barred window. The cell.