I watched as she slowly licked her lips and then kissed the tip of the pen cap. I squinted, unsure of what I was seeing. Was she doing this absent-min...dedly?After a moment, she leaned forward, apparently absorbed in whatever she was reading on the screen. There was no mistaking the fact that she was kissing the pen. In fact, I’d swear that now and then she’d flick her tongue out to lick it.I couldn’t help imagining it was my cock she was holding instead of a pen. I imagined her lips brushing. "Just tell me so we can work something out." he said."You! You Dummy. She's liked you ever since you flirted with me at that spring festival. She was with me. Remember?"Freyna looked like she wanted to disappear."Sure, she was just a skinny kid then." Wilhan leaned to the side again. "You were just a skinny kid then." Yes, but you flirted with her, too. That was the first time a boy ever paid attention to her; and then she had to sit by while Henna and I debated about marrying you. She said. To a park I heard about on the Tele that said several young women had been attacked by a mean man with a big dog and that both had sexually abused these women! This place had a large wooded area next to it. My plan was to dump my mack when I got to the park, and then walk through the woods hoping that something that happened to them might happen to me, and then back through the city streets to get home dressed like a complete slutty little whore! When I got to the park, in my haste I had. And indeed that’s what they did next time they saw Charlotte just as she was returning from work. She was just pulling off her knickers – always the last item she took off as to her it marked the moment she progressed from merely undressed to nude. It was not a welcome suggestion, but there was probably no favour that Emma could ask that Charlotte wouldn’t perform. Even scorned in love, Charlotte reasoned, she could show how pure and unselfish her love was. She still hoped that Harriett was.