Reed was hard of hearing, but his mind was still sharp as a tack.The old man grunted in response. "Yes, son. I can hear you," he replied. "What's wron...g? It isn't anything with Jamie is it?" he growled a bit impatiently. His hips ached and his knees felt like jello with the effort of walking."No, Dad. Nothing's wrong. Everything is just fine. I wanted to call and remind you that Jamie and I are bringing dinner over tonight," James said into the receiver as he motioned for his secretary to close. .." "No. No! You thought right!" I said, and clumsily kissed him. For a moment it was awkward, and then we settled into it, putting our arms around each other. I had never kissed a man ... I had barely kissed girls in high school when I was pretending to be straight. It was his stubble that shocked me, the rough sensation of his cheek against mine. Then his tongue parted my lips and I kissed him back as hard as I could. He laughed again. "Gently, gently." He kissed me softly, barely grazing my. Einer Frau, die Nuttenstiefel mit spitzen Absätzen in ihrem Bett trug. Das konnte doch alles nicht wahr sein. Er, der immer nörgelte falls sie sich ein wenig sexy kleidete. Der Mann, der immer argwöhnisch über Frauen lästerte, die durch ihre Schminke und ihr Äußeres auffielen. Dieser Typ, der ihr erzählte wie sehr er sie liebte, da sie so „natürlich“ ist und nicht so aufgebrezelt wie die anderen Frauen sei.Sie hasste ihn. Schlagartig war ihre Liebe verschwunden, er sollte leiden für diesen. I know you're a virgin, Mike. Aren't you tired of it?" That's when he nearly jumped out of his seat.The conversation to that point had been monotonously banal. From kids in school, to schoolwork, to teachers, then back to the kids. He usually found a way to keep it interesting, but that day I just couldn't get sex off my mind."How can you be tired of being a virgin when you don't know what sex feels like?" he said. Mike was sitting on my bed, and I got up from a small sofa that I used to keep.