I had caught her off guard. “Mr Wood that would not be a good idea, I am”“yes yes my k**s teacher and married. I get it. But I can not help it. ...As long as I can remember I have always been turned on by little people”“I see”“I masturbate to midget porn all the time”“I think you should go, this is not the time or place for this type of subject.” But there was something in her eyes that was telling me that she would consider it under the right circumstance. I wrote my cell number on a piece of. Confusing isn’t it? Before my end comes let me try and explain how all this came about. Perry Mason always advises his clients that the best way to narrate a story is to start from the beginning but I am not going to do that just because some stupid lawyer said so. Let me tell you what I will do. I will begin from a year after, then go back to the beginning and then proceed from where I left off. Got it? I suppose not. Let me explain…omigosh even I find it confusing.Best is, I start writing;. I decided to run my hand down over her shorts basically her lap/crotch area, it was dark and i made sure not to make it look obvious...as i keep looking up at the screen. Sylwia grabbed my hand and whispered in her soft polish accent "no, not here, there are too many people around us!"And with that I wasted not a minute more, signalling that we should leave as the film was completely rubbish. To this day, it's the only time i have ever got up and left a film but my hunch was that this could. For instance, "Damn those are some big tits. But they could be bigger." May make the main character decide to augment her breast size. Just a thought. Comment at the end of the chapter if you think it would be a fun idea. *Amber was having a bad day. In fact, it was the worst day. Her lab partner was one of the biggest pervs on campus, which she could deal with. His daily advances and offers for sex were bearable, she just told him to fuck off in different colorful ways. In fact, she had begun.