She browsed the channels for a while until she settled for a rerun of Twin Peaks. Bombardier’s eyes, as Stephen King would have described them. She trotted into the downstairs bathroom to clean up, and as she came out I passed her on my way in. So they rationalize my commands, but not when I take their commands away, huh? Now for some more potentially pleasurable practice. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” Denise said, blissful of having been accepted by me. She had a nice, curvy figure. Right. Her breasts were quite large, though I made an effort not to stare. “I’m so sorry, Jordan.” I said, and gasped at the pleasure she gave me. This is mine.”
You are to be very accommodating and comfortable with my company
“Say,” I continued. He’s my age.”
“You’re not that old.” she argued, as I sat down next to her with my bowl of cereal. I’m down for fucking whenever you are. “Heard an old buddie of mine was-”
“Jordan!” Denise yelled in shock. I imagined how I wanted her to cling to my arm,
