“No, keep your top on and just undo your bra so your nips aren’t squashed,” he suggested
“Oh, I see,” she agreed. Sex “What?” she exclaimed. “You’re horny, I guess you feel I disrespected you by not making a move?” he ventured. “Right,” he agreed, “You seem nervous?”
“I guess,” she agreed. “Sure,” she agreed. “Only if you want to,” he agreed. “I just want someone to love me,” she blurted out. “I guess,” she replied. “And you want?” he asked. “Sure if you want,” she agreed. “Right,” he agreed, “You seem nervous?”
“I guess,” she agreed. “I want to help,” he insisted. “You haven’t made a move yet.” she confessed. “Waiting for me to make a move?” he asked. Her friend Anya suggested she contact Mike, a life coach who had helped other girls, so Samantha arranged to meet him at his office down town around noon. “You got fifty grand of student loan and no qualifications, Nice tits shame about the face, bit flabby round the middle, seriously Sam you’re not wife material, quickie after a few beers maybe, but girlfriend no way.”
“But you’re supposed to hep me!” she protested.
