She said, “I did that.”He was confused. “You called me a fucking idiot?”She shook her head. “No, my Daddy called you a fucking idiot.”�...�But I don’t even know your Daddy. Why would he call me a fucking idiot?”She said, “Oh, I’m sure when he gets to know you he’ll call you a fucking idiot with very little prodding. Did you pass anybody on the road as you pulled into the school?”He nodded. ‘Yeah, I passed some old geezer in one of those shitty little no-gas cars. Okay, maybe I made him hit. I found she like to roam in the bike so one her birthday night twelve i woke ever up and made her come to my flat. She came to my flat i had arranged her a cake and made her to cut that. then i gifted her a black t shirt and a jean i made her to wear that she was little hesitant at the beginning as that was the first time she wore such a dress. She looked like a model with out any second thought i fed her the cake . She was stunned to see her in such a dress she was admiring her. i went behind. The waiter comes back with our drinks and you place entrée orders for both of us.Then I begin to notice a gentle vibration in my pussy. I realize that you have the remote and turned it on low. Yet your face reveals none of this. You carry on a conversation and ignore my obvious state of arousal.As the waiter approaches, you ramp up the dial without your face letting anything slip. The waiter's glance lingers a little too long on my face. I fear he knows.As he walks away, you lower the dial. You. Her. I didn't follow her aroundlike a pimple faced teenager anymore. I simply loved her. We talked aboutit more than once and she became the woman I loved and the woman wholiked me but didn't love me. I asked her to marry me and she said no butshe said yes when I asked her to work for me. And I said yes when sheasked me to help paint her place and we were as friendly as a couple ofnuns, just not so clean. The tattoos were gone. It had something to do with the M-X and don't askme to explain it.