“Just some Playboys and some other assorted crap. You can toss ‘em in the trash.” Jen might not appreciate the girl-on-girl stuff hidden at the ...ottom of those stacks, he reflected, and turned to give her a hand, maybe dump them on the sly before she got that far. “Here, I can do that for you…” “Dream on, sucker, you’re not slipping anything past me.” Damn, she was quick. A small stack of magazines thudded onto the bag by the closet, sliding askew on the floor. “Hah! That explains it. Trying to. I want you to love me.”“Tasha, I do love you. I know it doesn’t make you happy, but you ended up third in a very close race. If Sasha and Diana were not in the picture, I could easily fall in love with you and spend the rest of my life with you.”“But they are there.”“Yes, they are. Diana asked me what it would take for her to move into first place and I couldn’t tell her. Sasha just has something that has grabbed my soul.”“Do we have to have sex? Whether you call it making love or fucking, do. Sometimes I try to speak with an attractive female, but as you can guess, I'm pathetic when it comes to females. I'm a twenty-year-old man and still find it difficult to talk to women. I mean I think I'm a pretty good looking guy. I have an athletic body due to playing sports all throughout High-school and currently in college. So I don't really understand why I have such a big problem with talking to females. I do a lot of programs that force me to talk to big crowds and I can do that no. I did all this and it was a tad uncomfortable at first then I was lubed up.After a few seconds there was a trickle of folks and then a rush and of course I realised that I would be performing before an audience, or at least getting shagged before one. This did not particularly worry me and I just hoped I would not let the side down so to speak, but there was a level of trepidation I guess.The first guy came up and to be honest with you I could see very little, but feel a lot. This guy.