While in college, I met a lot of nice girls, but one stuck out like a rose among daisies. This was Cynthia Jean Thornton. Cyn was 5'-7", 125 lbs loade...d into a 36C-25-35 frame. She was a natural blond, and cute as could be. She was a cheerleader and the head one when I had my accident. Surprisingly she never gave me a look until that fateful night in October, the 28th to be exact. The next day at school I was trying to juggle my books, my notebook and my crutches at the same time and it just. I swallow, "Nothing. Long day. Think I'll turn in. You through, here?" Yeah." She stands up and flings her hair back. I can't remember that last time I wanted a women this badly. Shit, I can't remember the last time I wanted a women and not a bottle. Not before her, anyway. This is very bad. She's slowly drying the sweat across her body."Sam," she's looking at me and I can't look away. Is it her? Is it the demon? Do I care? "You know about me and Ted, right?" Yeah." I want to say something else. “You are truly beautiful.” He turned her in his arms and kissed her once more. When his mouth left hers, it continued to her face, her neck, her breasts.Charles was finding his new acquisition quite delightful. Her bath had left her smelling attractive. Her shape was everything he’d guessed from her clothes. She hadn’t turned into a doxy now that the bargain was sealed. He didn’t want temporary monopoly on a doxy; he wanted total possession of a pure girl. She’d go with other men when he was. We hit that awkward moment when she was silent and I didn't know what to say. I knew she was not with another guy that night but didn't know if she had a boyfriend or not so I asked her if she was with a date tonight or just her girlfriends. Se said no she was single which was a surprise giving her bombshell looks. We continued our conversation on relationships over a few more drinks. I could tell she was getting drunk as she was talking more and began getting touchy-feally by occasionally.