We kept on dancing. I felt his and slide a little bit. OMG he is touching my but. I acted like I didn't notice it. And enjoyed the feeling of somebody... touching me.Hey Lisa, never thought somebody would ask you for a dance, I heard a familiar voice say. Ashley... You like that fat ass Ron? You want to fuck that pig! She said laughing. You have to watch out, she doesn't crush you. It's like Belle and the b**st. The nerd and the b**st! I was completely overwhelmed. From so happy to hurt and sad. I. It’s one thing to exchange erotic stories, it’s still another thing to exchange emails and instant messages. All of these cross lines and venture from anonymity into intimacy But to see a face, that is the ultimate in intimacy. That’s what I wanted. I wanted her to become a real person, with a name, but more importantly, with a face.Yet I feared that I had offended her sensibilities. I had crossed a line and presumed, and perhaps had shown her more than she needed or wanted to see.Thirty. "My name is Payton."I walked around showing her everything from lingerie to dildos. Her eyes getting bigger and bigger as she looked around. We walked past the front door, and i quickly locked it and flipped the sign to say, 'Sorry, we're closed!'"I have some better stuff in the back, would like to look?" I asked."Ok!"I took her to the back, then slammed the door shut. "You won't be going anywhere for a while." I blurted. I guess my horniness took over me."Wait wha-" she said as i quickly. A plan jumps into my head, fully formed. I quickly plaster on a (fake) smile to rival any one of theirs. “I understand, and I completely respect your desire to maintain a peaceful and happy neighborhood. I will do everything I can to ensure that my presence here is…desirable. Can I ask a favor? I’d love to learn who and where all of you are in the neighborhood, but I have a terrible memory. Would you write your names and addresses in this notebook? And please include your husbands’ and.