On his way past me I said his name low and sweet. He turned to face me and never saw it coming I am glad to say. My fist came from down low and swept ...up in a narrow arc. His head snapped back and his body hit the floor with a loud thud. His eyes glassed over as he shook the stars from his field of vision. I stood over him massaging my knuckles. They would soon begin to swell. ‘You can add that to the charges but I really figured I owed you that, Steve.’ His eyesight cleared and he struggled to. "As the happy couple saunters away from me, I can't help but grit my teeth. I hate that bitch. Then I realized that it was just my jealousy coming to the forefront of my consciousness. She was basking in and enjoying the fact that she had a man who loved her. He loved her so much that being away from her made him long to be with her again. They'd go home and try to fuck each other's brains out. But there would be more to it than that.Their union would be one of joy and sharing. They would. 'Nothing. Just it's strange seeing you wear a bra, Miss. I see you without it alot of the time,' I said whilst taking off my shirt.'Does it turn you on? Do you think about seeing my tits?' she asked in a very sexy manner.I moved closer to her and nodded.'Well then I suppose you better see them then!' She undid her bra and an amazing pair of tits dangled infront of my eyes. I was still a virgin and didn't know exactly what to do, so I went to take off her knickers when suddenly she pulled. He had never taken anyone for a walk in the rain or spent the afternoon reading poetry to a gal. Still, he found himself thinking about her question for the next few days. Did real men believe in romance? His dad was the first man he asked, he couldn’t think of a man who fit the description of being a he-man more then his dad. John Gates was the kind of man who worked out, worked hard, and played hard. He rode a motorcycle to and from work, spent evenings playing pool or watching foot ball with.