?Come on, don?t wimp out on me, lets do more shots, you knowyou want to, how can you refuse me!? she laughed and gave me her best poutyexpression. ?Na...tie, you don?t understand, I don?t have the tolerancelike I used to, these shots are hitting me really hard.? I tried to beg off. ?Hmmm? I would rub it in that you are being beaten by agirl, but I think that?s nothing new for you, is it?? she looked at me, half seriously, and when I tried to saysomething instead she just hopped in my lap and. My piss splashes the ground around the fencepost.Release, primal pleasure. I hose the ground, a littleboy again, saturating the red earth. I see you watchingfrom the driver’s seat and smile. It’s a littleembarrassing, but I suppose you’ve seen my body before.You unbutton your jeans: soft little brown tummy, whitecotton G-string. I want to slide up your T-shirt, seethe mismatched bra, tweak your crinkly nipples – what aone-track mind! I can only plead that it was our. She enjoyed it just fine, but when I tried to kiss her lips, she shielded her mouth with her hand.I should have realized then. Maybe I did, but just ignored it. In any case, my drunk determination superseded my good sense, and I invited her to Karaoke.From what I understand — which is in no way a credible source — in Japan, couples go to Karaoke to make-out. The privacy of a dark room within an innocent facade is the proper intermediary the shy Japanese culture needs between a fun night of. "I was tickled with the name and I liked the way it rolled off thetongue. After a couple of weeks, I didn't have any pain around in mystomach. She said that I could start training on sexual response.A couple of nights later, she stopped by unexpectedly. "Deanna. I havecome to say goodbye. I have learned everything that I wanted to and Inow have enough points to purchase an exit. My days of mentoring youare done. Harry and I are excited to get back out to world and startour lives. He.