I used to meet regularly after her break up to make her feel good. Suddenly she broke and started crying. So I had to hug her to make her happy. I als...o had a big crush on her and we always say if we were single we would have been in a relation.That day also I said her the same thing which lead to a short romantic kiss .Her lip was as sweet as Rasgullas (a Sweet of Odisha).She was in my arms. I was kissing her eyes, chicks, biting her ears, neck. She was lost in me.After that day we didn’t talk. At that point, her look became more submissive, and still standing, she peeled them slowly off, one leg at a time.As she lifted her panties off of her foot and threw them into the pile of her other clothes, the music stopped -- she looked at me somewhat sternly, like asking "so what do you want me to do now, you cruel shit / master?"I went over to the stereo again and put the stylus down on the Technics turntable so it would play "Green Onions" and "Take Five" on that same Bill Justis album. I have you and you are safe. I have you and I won’t ever let go. Trust me.”He slipped behind her, putting one arm under her firm full bosom and paddling toward shore with the other until they reached shallow water and she could stand. Then Paige did something Bull never thought she would ever do – she kissed him.He stood dazed there for a second, her soft lips on his, her shivering body in his arms. Then suddenly he knew he would not lose this chance to show her, without words, how much he. ‘Whatever story it was that had you blushing back there.’ ‘Well,’ she answered, ‘Once upon a time I lost my virginity bent over a Harley.’ I died laughing. ‘I knew there was a reason I liked you,’ I managed to say. ‘That was a long time ago Steve,’ she continued. ‘You were probably still learning your ABCs.’ ‘Oh, your not that much older than me,’ I replied. ‘I never knew you were a wild woman.’ ‘Well, like I said, it’s been a long time. I’m not much of a wild woman anymore.’ ‘Really?’ I asked..