The driver must have noticed for he turned to me, grinning, his black teeth looking like a row of old gravestones in his mouth. “Never been to the c...ty before then, Miss?” he asked. “No, never!” I shouted back to make myself heard over the din. “Bit of an eye opener, then, innit,” he shouted back. “Indeed.” I replied. Nothing more was said after that and the driver began whistling a tune I had never heard before. Some kind of music hall ditty, I supposed. The journey took almost an hour at. She watched his truck turn into the driveway of his place and stop halfway to the house. She knew he could drive no farther. There was a tree that had died and fallen into the driveway blocking it completely at that point.She stood remembering her problems with men and feeling guilt for placing Mac in that category as she watched him sit for a moment then get out of his truck. She had dated one of his best friends the year after his class had graduated. Steve had been so nice to her, telling. He once more stopped and asked me, "If you're getting what you want are you going to give me what I want?"I eagerly told him "yes," as his fleshy penis buried itself in me. "Good, because I've called a buddy to come over and the two of us are going to fuck you tonight. You're going to be my slut, we're going to act out all those dirty fantasies you told me about and it's going to be with me." What?! Oh, no, no, no!!" I gasped. The thought of some stranger walking in, seeing me with my face on. I saunter over to you slowly, smiling at your smile. I stop inches away from you, and run the bloom of the rose across your cheek. As I’m doing so, I whisper in your ear. ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’ You laugh softly and flash your deep blue eyes, half in admiration, half in anticipation. I smile at you and try my best to convey my intentions through my eyes. Yours get wider, almost quizzically. I put the rose in my teeth and begin to undress you. I button down your shirt and slip it off your.