She tended my wound, brought me my meals, and emptied my chamber pot. She never complained and always had a little smile for me. She learned my name (...Trent) but when she said it, it sounded more like Treeent. She no longer called me American man. Since there wasn't much else to do, we talked frequently and our conversations grew longer and covered increasingly far-ranging subjects. Her English rapidly improved and I soon learned she had a mind like a steel trap, never forgetting a thing I said. Some are cold hard fact, some are pure fairy tales and a lot arein between. But this one? I think I'll let you decide. For securityreasons I cannot give real names and places.A few days ago, a young woman sat at my desk here at the paper. She was5'2", about 120 pounds, blue doe eyes and long fiery red hair. The shortblack sheath dress did nothing to hide her long tapered legs and 36"hips. Or her narrow 20" waist or 38C chest. She began to tell her story."Several years ago I went to work as an. We had been kissing gently on the lips and then the kissing progressed further to more passionate and we ended up on the ground. He had quickly pulled down my jean shorts and stuck his hand down my knickers and made me gasp out with a sensation I had never before. Passion. My eyes had rolled back inside my head the faster he moved his finger over my lady parts making me moan out loudly. It made me what I never felt before. Orgasm. My entire body shook for about ten seconds and then stopped. I. "We haven't even had time for wooing and romancing." I barely got the words out of my mouth before she was hugging and kissing me all over my face. When she slowed down, I put her head in my hand and kissed her like, I meant it. Finally, it was either break apart or go get a room, so we came up for some air."It is not happening today. But I agree to your desires. That does not mean that I am just going to do it as soon as you want to. I don't know you and you don't know me. Yes, you have heard.