I am in no hurry."In truth, I had slept with Ruth most nights at her request, and I was tired. I had just broken up with her and wasn't in any rush my...self. I just didn't want anyone else having Louise."Please?" She pleads at me sadly. "I want to find out what it's like. I think I'm the only one who hasn't lost it yet."I feel annoyed. I think she might only be using me. I also didn't want to take someone's virginity like this. It wouldn't be special. I had given mine away so freely and regret. I didn't lose my virginity until I was 18 (I'd been slipping girls the finger and licking pussy since 16 though) Me and the girl I was going out with at the time (who was also a virgin) had decided we were definitely going to lose it together. Unfortunately we both lived with our parents and we both had one stay at home parent so doing it at each others house was out of the question and neither of us could afford to book a hotel room. Fortunately I knew a small wooded area near where I lived. He picked it up, it had a nice heft. He bet it could do a lot of damage. He dropped it back his desk, yes, a lot of damage. Bitterman entered the room and was proffered a chair. The trigger man stood behind. ‘We have a problem, you and I.’ growled an irritated Oscar Camulos. ‘I know. I know, and I’m on it.’ replied the visibly shaking Bitterman. Camulos leaned forward, folding his hands in front of his face just under his chin, ‘You do know do you? Tell me what you know.’ ‘The Slattery woman’s. Now you want me to do it again. I don't know whether I can. I can only take so much." Please, Kevin," she begged. "I don't know what to do with her. She does her translation work nine to five, comes home and watches TV and goes to bed. She never smiles, never speaks unless absolutely necessary. She goes to bed early and sleeps through the night – ten or eleven hours. She's pale and getting thinner. I don't know who to turn to and you seem to be the key to this. Please, can it hurt to come and.