.. I wouldn't. I mean, I don't mind being in the same room with him at night." She missed having someone there in the bed with her. "But sex ... I dun...o. I don't know why. But I wouldn't." But you wouldn't break up with him." No, I wouldn't—and that's gonna be the problem, isn't it? I mean, he's been after me on this topic for ... Months. Since Thanksgiving. I wanna be in a relationship with him, but only if we're celibate. He's ... That's not gonna fly, I can tell you that already." Why don't. I quickly led Christina over to the couch and placed a sleep spell on her. Then I turned back to the warlock. He stood there thinking he was god's gift to women and I screamed a bunch of profanities at him. I would have loved to cast a curse on him, but the laws prevented me. Anyway, he told me to go fuck myself and walked out the door.So, there I was, faced with a 10-year-old girl inside a 20-year-old body. I knelt down by Christina and cried. It was my fault. 10 years of this girl's. We kissed again, more fervently, but still slowly, dragging it out, savouring it. Sometimes we are madly passionate and our lovemaking is energetic and ardent. But tonight, I noticed that she wanted to slow down, to feel everything strongly. She stroked my flat belly, her fingers tickled by the hair around my belly button. I am pulling her to me, kissing her hard and long, and slow, and my hand is sliding down toward her butt. I used it to pull her toward me, pull her into me, breathing her in. “I’m going to guess; you tell me if I’m right.” Lacey continued. “You want to feel ‘safe’ more than anything. You want to feel nervous, maybe even a little afraid; but you want to know that everything will be okay. And you want to feel slutty but you don’t want others to think of you as a slut.” It was very apparent to Allison at this point that they were in a food court although it didn’t seem like anyone could hear their conversation.Allison nodded her head in agreement. “Say it” Lacey said,.