She stepped out into the cool night air, walking briskly towards a waiting black towncar. She opened the door and ushered me in. I felt a little emasc...ulated as I sat there waiting for her. She climbed in next to me. I reached over to kiss her. She held up a single finger, her sharp unpainted nail looked perfect. Harris, home please. She said sternly. Yes Miss. He answered. His voice was strong, but he it was evident that he was devoted. We drove for a few minutes into the middle of the city.. The arrogant and articulate Miss Callahan is apparently a little tongue-tied. But then she sends another text.Lauren: I meant what I said. I like you. Much more than I expected to. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you everything, but please see me next week so we can properly talk xoI stare down at the text and ignore the water dripping down my back. She’s coming back. Which I guess I should get used to considering she’s moving here. But all the resolve I felt a moment before is now replaced with. So all the knowledge he ever knew on this came from small books, his friends and such sources but just like everybody of his age, he was always on a high to experience such things.Also, I always had a soft corner for him and don't know why, maybe because I don't get to have sex often, or any other reason. That particular day, I had just arrived back home from a party. Last night I had a great session of phone sex with my hubby and so was every bit horny. I was sitting in my hall watching TV. Mum would need plenty of liquid and vitamin C to counter the effects of the hangover she was likely to have. Mum groaned as she turned over in bed. This time I had the waste bin ready, as she looked far too groggy to make it to the bathroom. After she had emptied her bladder, I propped her up in bed, and gave a glass of juice to drink. She drank it gratefully, and didn't even complain about the lack of alcohol in it. Each time she drained the glass, I would refill it for her.I savoured the.