Into a...?" Two thousand quid, a nice gaff and a fresh start as a juicy bit ofcrumpet. Seems fairly conclusive from where I'm sitting." Whoa! I'm not ...gay!" I didn't say you were. Desperate, maybe. Enough to consider chancing yourarm as a lesbo. Plenty of them around, if you know where to look. Courseit wouldn't appeal to me, I don't care how much dosh she was willing toput on the table. Then again I'm not three months behind with the rent,and my bank manager isn't writing to me every fortnight. I should mention that I was on the pill but I also made my partners wear condoms. I didn’t want any STD’s, but I did want to have sex. It was okay for the first time but I actually thought it would be better. I did come and, of course, it made Brian feel like some kind of hero. I never could understand that about men. We went back downstairs and socialized with the other people. I thought that was enough sex for my first time. I went to parties almost every week. I was with Brian for about. Now you are going to pass on it? All of a sudden my ego is screaming “How can that asshole walk away from this” and she indicated herself.“I know and I’ll probably cry myself to sleep tonight for letting the chance of having you go. Sometimes it just sucks to be me.”Our meals came then and we ate in silence. I asked her if she would like to try the Baked Alaska for dessert and she said no. I paid the bill and walked her to her car. I opened the door for her and said “Good night Mrs. Might Have. As usual, my daughter came through the door and went straight to her room, the slam of a door following her. Or so I was expecting… Instead, I heard the door tap against its frame softly. Today I could hear her sighs as she undressed herself. My eyes closed as I pictured her soft hands unclasping her lace decorated bra from her milk-white breasts, caressing the swells as the cloth fell away from them. Her hands teasing her pink nipples were like a video playing on the backs of my eyelids. I.