All I want is a drink: Something, anything to numb the pain. I walk down the stairs with a death grip on the gown and into the kitchen. Slowly, I open... the refrigerator. The cool air feels so welcoming. I look around and fumble through the bottles: Whisky, Vodka, Bailey’s Irish Cream, and Wine. I like the idea of a smooth milkshake topped with Bailey’s. Yes. Perfect. I sip from the bottle and the liquid dances in my mouth filling me with insatiable desire. I pull out some French Vanilla ice. As usual she was watching TV serial and I was playing my PSP. At that time I saw her waist and I was tempted to touch it.But I was afraid.That evening she asked whether we can go out somewhere.I suggested a place at long distance. As we were going in her scooty in a straight free road I saw her waist I was expecting a chance to touch her waist and enjoy her navel.As a car came in between and she gave a sudden brake and for my grip I catched her waist ,it was slim,flat,very smooth,soft and. When I was a teenager, that rock, pop, punk, emo, or whatever they wanted to call themselves... Paramore showed up. I didn't care for their music, as I liked heavier stuff. However, I just loved looking at their vocalist, Hayley Williams. She was a tiny, petite thing with pale skin, angular, pretty facial features, and red, shoulder-length hair. Although what she sang about wasn't really my style, it was impossible not to think that she was the kind of girl who would understand a more quiet, . ”Alex poured them another glass of whiskey. And then another. It was getting late and Marina’s husband Connor was away. Alex suggested she might as well stay there. He had loads of empty rooms. With that, they headed upstairs to their separate bedrooms.Then he had a chance glance into her eyes and suddenly Alex kissed her on the lips. Marina was startled, but enjoyed his lips pressed against hers. She moved in and they kiss again, more passionately.“You know I have always found you attractive,.