After I dumped my bags I went down to Melly's room. It was exactly theway she left it when she went off to college. It even had the old posterson the ...walls. I kidded her a little about all the geeky stuff she had.Then I spotted a picture on the dresser. It was Melly and another girl insoftball uniforms (Did I ever explain my weakness for girls that playsoftball?) I made some kind of comment about hot high school chicks. Thegirl in the picture could of been Melly's sister. They were both. (Pardon the pun)On Friday morning we flew down by Ryanair to Northern Germany and were met at the airport by him, and after the formalities went for a coffee to ease any tensions that might have been present, but within an hour we were behaving like a couple of newlyweds, with hubby playing chaperone, and clearly enjoying the building passion between us, noting my new friends passion for stroking my bottom, through my pantiless thin cotton dress.H seemed to like sticking his finger in my slight. I don’t want a quick wank. I wanted the taste, the smell, to hear the sounds of a person. Not cyber play. I told her, this is serious for Me. I need to let My inner being out on the hunt. I didn’t hear from her for about a week or so. Then one night last week. A message, she wanted to meet. She said that she was now sure. “Sure” I typed. “what fucking sure?” She begged Me to meet with her. I laughed at her online. “Be careful what you wish for”. She replied “this is my wish”. Fuck, I. I dont want people to see us leaving together. Im at the Sparrows Nest motel. You know it? Paul nodded softly. Room 9. The door will be unlocked, Marcy concluded. With that, she stood up and made her cheery, girly goodbyes to all her friends before strolling confidently out the door. The following minutes were agony for Paul. The conflict inside continued well after hed made his verbal agreement with Marcy. A continuous voice in his head kept screaming at him, THIS IS WRONG, WRONG, WRONG AND.