I am surprised, because I haven’t seen her in school for a couple weeks. She’s definitely not dressed for the rain as I roll down the window.“He.... Charley are you broke down,” she asks.“No. I’m just sitting here relaxing,” I say sarcastically.She giggles and says, “my house is up the street if you want to use the phone.”I nod accepting her offer and get out of the car. She is wearing tight blue jeans and t-shirt. I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra as the wet t-shirt is clinging to her b-cups.. It began with the mere mention of sex and its aroma wafted fruitfully toward my inflamed nostrils until it ripened and pierced my heart. Denying the aforementioned sentiments is an affront to the words destiny and fate. I would die, neigh give the very last beat of my heart to undo what has been done. To digress, it is electricity- one hundred million volts pounding and coursing through cold hardened veins. In its simplest forms it is raw and untreated. Yet complexity forces me into the. As luck had it, I was travelling through where she lived a few days later and I asked her if she would like to sample my kissing technique again and maybe this time I could demonstrate my kissing technique on her breasts and pussy! She replied with glee, stating that she was off all week and that we could spend a few hours alone together in a safe and discreet place. I didn’t need asking twice and we made the necessary arrangements. I was very excited as I drove down to meet her, nervous, balls. "I don't know Alex..." she began, but wouldn't say anything more.Sensing she was still wavering, Alex said persuasively, "Diane, I don't look for one-night stands and I don't think you do either. I have to leave by ten o'clock tomorrow morning, but I'll be back in two weeks. I want to see you."He turned without another word and walked toward the edge of the parking lot, looking behind him to watch as Diane walked back inside the club. Some kind of kismet or fate had caused the motel clerk to.