I'm not a threat to you two: I'm no mugger nor a problem. Just a guy on minimum wage travelling home after his shift. I just want my bed and my book.T...hat lingering look you give anyway; just checking before train departs. Seeing if I return it. I don't. It's not that I don't think you're hot, because you're pretty gorgeous: long, bronzed legs, short tartan skirt and a beautiful white blouse that captivates. I love the plunge of the neckline between your breasts, and the bob on your brown hair.. Standing in front of the mirror, again, naked and excited. When I stripped away the terror of the risk I took, what remained was the memory, the feeling of being fucked … finally, fucked. The feelings come back with fierce recognition and chilling excitement. New thoughts fight for consideration. Pushing aside the ever-present terror and fear for brief moments, the desire to relive those feelings come rushing in. In those moments, surrounded by the fear, was the recognition of fulfillment.. As the night drew late, the empty bottles and Dominos piled up, and people began sneaking off in twos, I made my move by joining her for a smoke outside. (Because smoking was still cool then). After some BS small talk and close L forehead, face and I know it is a crime, all in her hair. We hung out on the bed for a couple minutes and lit up a smoke. Not a word was spoken, except by her, asking me if she was good. Of course I said yes, you were great. She got dressed and said she had to go. Sue said we could connect any time we wanted to."Speaking of that, what are you going to do when somebody contacts you and wants some pictures?" Unless they want fish or mermaids, they're out of luck," I responded."You and your mermaids," she said, giving me a playful jab with her elbow. "Where are you going to find a mermaid? I mean a real mermaid?" I have no idea, but that's not going to keep me from looking," I said with a grin."Well, you have fun looking, and if you get lucky, say hello to.