But all I wanted now was to get out. That was all Ineeded now. Get out into the fresh air.It got marginally lighter. Maybe I was reaching the bottom. ...I had to be.I felt worse; more queasy and lightheaded. I groaned. There was an oddsmell like damp and urine. I gagged, covering my mouth with my hand. Ididn?t feel right. Nothing felt right.And then finally I saw the bottom of the stair. There was no gate therethank God and it was a bit lighter. I staggered to the bottom and outinto the shadowy. That went on for a good number of years, well into the period where Denise entered high school. When change did come, it was far too slow to make Denise comfortable in her own skin. The bright and articulate young girl was an outcast and as if that was not enough, she started a growth spurt that made her taller than the few friends she had been able to make. By the 8th Grade, Denise was the tallest girl in her class. Gangly and brainy, she spent many a recess with her nose buried in a book. For. The panties smelled of wet fanny and I unzipped my trousers and wiped my cock all over them, my mate looked at me and smiled. We went to her bedside table and opened it and my eyes fell out of my head. A vibrator, dildo, lube and peppermint nipples. We picked up the vibrator and it was still wet... And smelled of cum... Jill had just used it and the fact I was in the house turned me on even more. I told my friend I was so turned on and had to wank, so he left the room and left me to it.I. " You want to meet, maybe have a cup of coffee?" she asked me."Tonight?" Well, you're leaving, late tomorrow, aren't you, for a road trip? We'd better get started."We agreed to meet at a restaurant she liked called "Benji's" just east of downtown. She had to give me directions.Benji's turned out to be kind of a dive, specializing in Chili Macs and beer. But it was doing a good business and I ended up taking a table outside the enclosed dining area, out in a kind of grungy open-air terrace. I.