Tuesday afternoon on August 29, 2013 she call me ask me to pick her up from bus stop she coming back I did she was horny so was I but I had to be back... at work after dop her home I went to work when I got back we had our fun moment next day she went to her job I did to mine when I got back from my work she had her bf sitting on couch one went to prisoner for out standing tickets she ask me can he stay with us for few weeks I agree few days later I finally got few off days it's was early Saturday. From the way they looked and smelled, how they moved, to how they used their brains. In middle school though, a trio of girls had done a real number on me, and while I have no trouble talking to a women, I am so terrified of being rejected, I just can’t bring myself to ask anyone for a date.Two years earlier in college, one of my ‘Girl’ friends Rachel had called me at 2:00am drunk and needing a ride home. “Wait, wait, wait, Rachel cry’s out, that’s where you’re going to start the story?” “Yeah. " So, went over and set my drink on the pool table, then I went over and closed the sliding wooden doors to the game room and locked them. After doing that, I went back over and leaned against the pool table. I then grabbed my drink and waited for my brother to get off the phone.A couple of minutes later, he got off the phone, so I finished off my screwdriver and set the glass down on the pool table. I looked at my brother and said, "Brother since you were so nice to take off work and come over. I think she knows how I feel about Brooke and that I would fuck her if I ever got the chance." John replied as he stood up and walked to the sink. "One night a few months ago, I called Brooke's name while we were fucking like two dogs. Trisha asked me if I ever thought of fucking her and I told her yes. Then she told me something that shocked the shit of me, she told me I could call her Brooke, if I would pretend she was my daughter!" You're fucking joking? She wants to call her Brooke? And.