John had chosen the perfect restaurant for a first, intimate dinner. By the use of a clever interior design and with screens and flower arrangements, ...he tables were separated from each other, so that the guests would be able to have a larger amount of privacy than in usual restaurants. The lights were dimmed and the soft music that was playing had a smooth, almost sensual feel to it. ‘All this, and a wonderful man to share it with’ I thought to myself. With a wide smile I told John as well,. I yelled in pain at him, “Aaahh what you are doing damn.” He did not answer but put his lips on mine to stop me from yelling. He started clinging on to me and pressing my both boobs like water filed balloon. I was not ready for such onslaught so developed cold feets. Then I tried to push him away. He pulled away my bed sheet uncovering my naked body. He became aggressive and touched my pussy with his hands. He inserted his finger inside to feel the heat. He got between my legs and pulled down. Everyone else was in our home class and I was out in the corridor where the bags and lockers were. I went over to Zac’s bag, took a deep breath and slipped the letter in. I turned around as our teacher, Mr West, came out into the corridor and told me off for not being inside as home class had started. As I followed him inside I thought to myself, ‘now all I have to do is wait’. ~*~ Zac ~*~ Mondays are always bad. I don’t know why, they just are. However, at the same time, they are great because. " Or maybe it is. I felt like some sort of fluffy house cat when I would rather have felt like a tiger; a fierce, uncontrolled and completely unruly tiger!The more I thought about it, the more I knew that fear was my mistress. It caged me and left me wondering how I could ever just leave when half the time even just going into a supermarket was enough to send me reeling in panic. The sweat would bead and pour from my forehead, and my hands would shake and feel damp and clammy. My heart would.