I can barely see you, but I sense your anger. I walk up apprehensively. Afraid I have once again gone too far. I lean in slowly as you look me up and ...own. I slide into the booth next to you despite your evident disdain. I sit quietly for a moment. Then, out of nowhere, you grab me by the neck and squeeze my throat. A small gasp escapes from my mouth. I freeze, afraid someone, a stranger, will see and know our secret. "What is wrong with you?" You spit the words like venom. Tears spring to my. " She gave me directions to her apartment and told me to be there at 6 o'clock the next night.When Shirley opened the door, I wasn't sure she was the same woman I had met in the bar. Everything about her was different. She had an air of assurance about her that she didn't have in the bar. Even her dress was totally different. Shirley wore a very short skirt and a tight blouse. Stockings and high heels topped off her outfit. Her makeup had been meticulously applied. I felt the beginnings of a. He groaned so loud when I wrapped my fingers around it, I never knew someone could be this turned on.I was utterly gobsmacked at the size. My last boyfriend was a small and skinny 5 inches, whereas David stood on the borderline of 7. It was so thick and had a big, pulsing vain going around the side. I could feel myself getting more wet just as I held it in my fingers.I slowly moved my hand up and down. He squeezed my side so hard and practically bit my lip off. It was such a turn on knowing he. That should be Sunday but I still wasn't sure. I lookedaround for a newspaper or other clue and spotted the drawer in my bedsidecupboard. In it was a pink diary but it was locked. I rooted through myhandbag for the key, then realized it had to be reachable from the bed.Sure enough, I found it at the bottom of the little zipped make-up bagalso in the drawer. It was a five year diary, an eighteenth birthdaypresent from Auntie Violet. It started with references to the previousone so I turned to.