While it might have been less of a surprise to hear about Becky before I met her, we haven't been going out nearly long enough for it to be a concern ...that you haven't mentioned her. There are plenty of things about me that I haven't told you yet, and I'm sure there are a lot more things about you that I haven't learned. This one happens to be a bit more important than most of my untold stories, but that's what it is, a story we hadn't shared yet."Third point. Becky's existence does not make it. She knew she needed to fulfil these desiring actions of lust in her head, but she couldn’t take the risk in letting these splendid idea’s leave without being explored further, so she stopped off at her local park with head full of ambition. On the way there she met her neighbour Paul. Paul was a young and trim college student and had most likely have been just out with his friends, when he stopped in his tracks to talk to Olivia. The two of them were talking when Olivia glanced down towards. Slowly, he returned to the white throne, taking his seat. In a moment, a lovely young girl was kneeling before him, offering him a gold cup. Quickly, he quaffed down the cool wine, then closed his eyes.Immediately, his dream changed. It was night now, but light from the stars and moon was shining through the wide windows, filling the room with a soft glow. He was on his bed, really several thick carpets and soft pillows arranged in a pile on the floor. With him - under him - was the young girl. ”“Not completely.”“Not completely?”“One of these days Candice is going to ask me what I really felt about all the things she got up to.”“And?”“It won’t be easy.”“Because she hurt you more than you let on?”Andy said nothing, putting a finger to his lips and pointing to the door.~ ~ ~ ~ ~Marsha walked in, one hand behind her pulling a chain, the other holding something that she held out in front of her.“I’ve brought you a present,” she said, gently pulling the chain. Candice walked slowly.