." I murmur. "Buttery." Licking his lips, I take them in again, and twirl my tongue along with his. My fingers trail down his chest and back up to his...neck. My mouth moves down to kiss the opposite side of his neck, while the pads of my fingers rub back and forth across his skin. I turn myself towards him more, the bar between our seats hampering my movements. I rise partially from my seat and slide quickly over to his lap. I can feel his arousal against my hip, and his arms around my waist. Her huge frizzy hair had earned her the name of “Medusa” from a sixth grade classmate. Four years later, her hair was bushier than ever. The first time she was asked out was when she was in college. Her first date, at the age of 21. Janet knew there was something wrong with her. It was a combination of looks, and (lack of) confidence, and just being scared of men. Throughout her school career, she put up with bullying. Six years spent in college and she went out with guys maybe a dozen times.. He slipped on a pair of white cotton gloves before he carefully removed the pipe from the case. He turned it over in his hands admiring every bit of the fine carving and intricate detail. He had never seen such a unique design. This was going to be the centerpiece of his collection.Lee looked at the bag of his special blend and thought about just one bowl. I'll just smoke one bowl of my special blend and then I'll put the pipe in the display case and never smoke it again. He picked up the. Higher and higher we ascended, with no stop in sight. I began to grow a bit dizzy with the tight winding of the staircase. ‘Useful?’ I asked. ‘How is such a thing useful? And where does it come from?’ Now at this point gentle reader, you may be wondering, how does it come to pass that a sixteen year old farm boy speak in such an eloquent manner? Well it comes to pass because too many years have separated me from that boy, you see, and I no longer recall the exact cadence and particulars with.