If we do this again, I expect you smelling nice and clean." Okay." But the point is, you need to look the lover to be the lover. You have the intellig...ence to communicate, but to get where you're chatting up a hoped for lover, you got to present a welcoming presence. You got to groom yourself, have your hair cut professionally, shave cleanly, wear clean clothes, look desirable. I think you'll clean up nice. Then approach a woman. Find something about her you can relate to. Tell her you're having. “That was the most incredible thing that has EVER happened to me!” Karen beamed at the compliment, gently massaging his thighs. “I could tell you liked it.”“I can’t believe you let me cum in your mouth. I thought girls didn’t like that.” “Well, I wasn’t sure, at first, but then, once I got going… I started to taste a little bit of your semen leaking out of the tip, and… I don’t know. It made me a little crazy, I guess.” She stared at him intently. “I just had to taste the rest.”“It felt so. I’m used to contracts. This isn’t enforceable, and I won’t pretend that it is. But I think we need to have our relationship down in writing.”“Relationship?” she said. “Who says we have a relationship?”“Melissa! You act coy at the weirdest times. Would you really let a man tell you to put in your diaphragm if he didn’t have a relationship with you? Now, let’s adjourn to the living room.”She sat on the couch. He handed her a document and held another copy. He sat backwards on a straight chair. Like the one beside him with the red-hair on his face, he stood unmoving, yet staring, at last realizing the power of Caesar, knowing that to confront it would mean death, just as the brute-man had died in the other cave such a short time ago... !And with that, the massive German Shepherd sensed his mission there was done. The brute-man was dead! Yet... yet... with the golden-haired-one, he could not rid himself of the warm feelings she had brought him, and as several more males leaped down.