Can you help me?”“Sure.”I looked into Jaime’s eyes, then up to her gorgeous hair as it cascaded down her shoulders. I wanted to reach up and r...n my fingers through it, then pusher her to her knees. But…“Mr. Graham?”Dammit! She caught me mesmerized by her gorgeous hair.“Oh sorry, Jaime. Sit down and I’ll try to explain atomic numbers.”Jaime sat down in my chair and I pulled up a chair beside her.“Okay. The atomic number is equal to the number of protons in an atom's nucleus. The atomic number. Pussy crawling out the fireplace, Santa Pussy, pussy under the Christmas tree, jingle bell pussy, dammit!ANY PUSSY I WANT.But not now, not now, for fuck’s sake… This stupid being Proctologist bullshit!Truth is, I haven’t even seen a living, breathing, live ham wallet since the champagne. Sure, I tried to fuck a few of my champagne maids, but no luck.Stupid snowflake millennials. They’re the worst. Buncha wacky man buns and SJW poser losers and stuck-up phone addict data cunts.Used to be all my. That was 2 weeks ago now, but it was still fresh in his memory, likeit had only happened yesterday. Today he had the house to himself ashis parents were out for the night, so Alice was coming round so theycould celebrate the end of their exams. He just knew that things weregoing to develop further today. Maybe he'd get to see her knickers,touch them, back and front. Maybe even see what she has underneaththem. And if he is really, really lucky, be able to touch too and mayberepay her for. We then both very unceremoniously take off each others clothes before I throw her down onto the bed, before pouncing on top for another make out session. After what seems an eternity to my now free member of bucking against her equally desperate hips she rolls me onto my back and climbs on top.Like a good conductor she is ready to perform her beautiful melody on my body sending me into bliss. She starts by causing pain scratching away at my chest hard enough to know she’ll receive revenge later.