"Morning, Louis." I said to him."Morning, babe." Louis replied as he softly kissed my cheek."I'm just fixing up some Special K and milk." I said to hi...m."Mmmm, my favorite breakfast. I'm looking at you and I'm hungry already." Louis as he gently turned me around till we were face-to-face and he smiled at me.Louis was just as sexy as he was on our date last night. We went to a movie and then to my place where we chatted and laughed. Next thing you know, we shared kisses in the living room before. So this weekend i waited outside his house until he went then i went knocked o the door went in i was already arroused like you wouldent beleive i just watched her every move got to the point i wanted just to see what would happen if i just told her what would she do whats the worst thing that could happen . i so nearly went for it that day unless you have done the same kind of thing you cant imagine the buzz that you get . This went on every time i saw her so bout a year later we were all. I started reading magazine. Then suddenly I felt that the foot of the lady was scratching my back. I looked at her and thought that she was in deep sleep and must be happening involuntarily. I took the leg and kept at a distance. But it started to happen again. I looked at her but there was no reaction. I was getting puzzled. I took the white bed sheet and wrap around me as I was also feeling the cold of AC. The legs kept on scratching my back and I tried to avoid that in order not to let. I guess the straw that broke the camel’s back– or more accurately the bug that put that final piece of scar tissue in my gray matter– was when I got knocked unconscious by a cicada while riding my motorcycle about five year ago. Even you had trouble believing that one until I showed you my helmet with a hole in the front of it. I hit that sucker at somewhere well north of ninety miles an hour and he went all the way through the shell and padding and put a big bull’s eye bruise right in the.