Michael liked going up there at night and having sex under the stars. The roof has a great view of midtown Manhattan from Williamsburg, and at night, ...the sight is spectacular. The thought that a million people could watch us fucking is highly erotic.We slipped some sweat pants on (temporarily) and climbed up. The night was gloriously warm, clear skies and a gorgeous full moon. I spread a blanket and slipped off my pants. I lay on my back and pulled Michael down next to me. "Lover, you haven't. ”“I’m ... not sure Nick would commission that,” said Arwen slowly.“Because it’s for Lev?” Cat asked as casually as she could manage.“I guess he might. Nick hasn’t been as into me as he was when we were in Brownfield Mills. Here, I’m just one of the guys.” Arwen sighed. “Did you know he asked me out when we were fifteen?”Cat did. Three of Nick’s friends had mentioned it to her at the churrascaria. It was apparently a central event of their high school years. “You said no?”“I had to.” Arwen went. .I was wondering why I never seem to get anywhere with girls."It had been the racy parts of the book that had brought my mind onto the subject of girls, the character in the book had made it all seem so easy yet real life was a damned sight less co-operative."Ah," mum nodded sagely and smiling "girl trouble." Lack of girl trouble." I stated "Its not that I haven't tried." Maybe you've been trying too hard," mum said seriously "you'll get your chance sooner or later, though I know you want it to. We took off.If there is anything better to look at than my sisters butt when she's running, I haven't seen it yet. All those dancing lessons, swimming and morning runs have produced the perfect one. Tight, bubble and delicious. I've heard it said (Hmm ... when was that? Oh ... the Point.) that a properly sprung suspension should look like two cats in a sack. Cats would be too big to describe my siblings posterior. Kittens ... friendly kittens.Each cheek quivers as the foot strikes the pavement..