After dinner and a movie, at her apartment. A friend of a friend thought we might like eachother, and set us up. She wore a zip up top that kept me tantalized, and I kept messing with that zipper. She finally offered a BJ to calm me down, I think.
I kept my hands in motion all the while, and she lost control, and I spent the night. She had firm rules about dating, and what was allowed on what number date, and we blew by all of them. Scared her to lose control, and there was very little sleep that night.
She was a few years older than me, and it bothered her. She never went out with me again, but I could see those nips harden for years after that night.


An unemployed Jester, is nobody's Fool.

the only real difference between a good tracker and a bad tracker, is observation. all the same data is present for both. The rest, is understanding what you're seeing.

~Molɔ̀ːn Labé Skýla~