After a bit I looked up and there stood Bea. She was wearing some shorts and a white tee shirt. She told me her parents went out for the night and was... wondering is she could take a dip in the pool. I figured why not. She stripped off her clothes to revial a bright yellow bikini. Wow! She looked great. She got in the pool and asked where Mel was. I told her she went to her grandparents house for the night. Bea seemed to get a little more friendly after I told her that. We swam around for about. “I’m not afraid of you,” he muttered to himself, crouching to examine it. It had a dozen tentacles, a handful damaged or severed by Lorza, the eyes down one side of its ‘face’ gouged by her clawed feet. Its mouth was packed with foam, the grenade must have released the expanding suppressant all the way through its digestive system, rupturing all of its organs. He checked his arm brace, the rigid material was scratched where its teeth had found their mark, but it wasn’t damaged. It had been. My overweight, mistreated body I had stopped taking care of after some serious family trouble which had brought me into depression. He wouldn’t budge. So I picked up sports again and my weight slowly dropped, little by little. He, him. It was “him” for me, from morning to evening. It was “him” for me during my nights and my frequent masturbations. We talked about politics, about culture, music, articles – and sex. My list of punishments was getting longer. And then, he said it. “Come to X,. I mean, how can I entertain the thought of sleeping with someone so young!? And that hopeful chance of him being a regular lover was slim to none! Always when I hunt, I try to find a lover, not just a hook up. I went against my better judgment and decided to meet him. I needed sex so bad and at least I had been talking to him for over a year which was better than trying to hook up with some ass clown you randomly pick from the internet. Ladies you know what I am talking about.So we began.