Craig? I stuttered, ?don’t be nervous, your mate over there talks about you all the time, and I like what I hear hun? she said The beauty began aski...ng me more questions ?so what do you do for a living hun?? I replied in a stuttering and shy voice that I ran multiple website and spent a lot of time at home doing projects, she smiled and began asking about family, I replied in my still nervous voice that they lived in another country and the trip was too expensive for them to visit me. She didn’t. Yeah... Of course, I will!"He would be such a terrible poker player... ---------------------------- The two opted to reach the fast food by walking.It was definitely one of the best parts of working in that zone: close enough to every restaurant, far enough from gyms, or anything related to sports. Michael felt like floating in the silence: he was so full of every range of emotions, that he resulted all bottled up and incapable of showing anything.He closed his eyes for a second, organizing his. Her hackles raised, she looked back into the gloominess of her own half-open bedroom door. Lucy paused and rubbed her eyes. The door wasn’t like the varnish-stained ones of the others. It was a biscuit brown, with such defined grain and a heavy, worn look like she knew from the stately homes she visited with her family. With a shiver of expectation she turned the brass handle, which was covered in the scratches of two hundred years or more of use. As she stepped forwards into the blackness. Back to my 1st sexual encounter/experience.. I was on my way back from church one day in the summer of 61 it was hot, I was in shorts and a T shirt and found myself in need of the loo, funnily on the way back from church there was a public toilet, which was not very big it had one long urinal that could probably fit 4 men at it and one cubicle with a door that locked and it smelt, the whole toilet of what? I wasn't sure at the time, but I soon came to understand it was the smell of a mixture.