I was in a dilemma if I should quit or to dare meeting him. I weighed my options and decided to try it. Something in me motivated to try it out. I wen... out on the excuse of meeting an old friend and walked towards the scheduled location. He was there, waiting for me. He was tall, probably 5.8” to 6”, very well built an slim fit in short, any fantasy seeking girl will fall for his fitness. We greeted each other and walked towards his house. We got there in less than 5 mins, my nervousness had. I wasn't happy with it. I decided to submit it to a jury of my peers, in the best forum for improvement in the alt.sex.stories community: The Fish Tank. I think that was a very good decision. No story which entered the tank failed to be improved, and following The Fish Tank, whether it was my story or another author's has helped all of my writing. These amazing people helped:Uther Pendragon, Katie McN, cmsix, John,Alexis Siefert, Desdmona, Tesseract, and DennyWhat follows is the post-immersion. As they climbed up Debbie whispered, "Daddy, I finished all the homework this afternoon."Her father whispered back, "You mean no more homework for you to do?" That's right, no more homework tonight," smiled Debbie."Thank you darling. That means we'll have plenty of time together," beamed her father."And I've asked mom for an extra hour as well daddy." smiled Debbie."Good darling, daddy will make it worthwhile for you," her father promised.As they reached the top of the staircase and as they. Strong stuff too.He carried the things over to the coffee table and set them down, then sat back down in the green chair.The guest still stood silently at the door. He struggled to open the aged bottle and settled for smashing the neck of the bottle off on the edge of the table, spilling clear liquid onto the wood floors. ?Oh no, oh no, oh dear?? he sputtered stumbling to clean up the mess.He bent low to the floor to collect the shattered glass, but halfway down, shook his head and stood up.He.