She had been a very bad girl.She had been a very bad girl. So far the night was a total waste so I was hoping I could salvage something from it later on when we got back to her apartment (her roommate was gone so I didn't have to worry about any interruptions). When we arrived, I turned the lights down low, put the stereo on an appropriate station and uncorked a bottle of wine I had brought for just this sort of situation. She poured a couple of glasses and we sat down on the couch for what I hoped would be some serious passion. Soon my tongue was intertwined with hers and my fingers were doing a nimble dance across her right breast. "Ahh," I thought, "just like old times". I managed to get her shirt untucked and started slowly sliding my hand up the front when I felt her hand gently push mine away. "Arrrrrrgh," I screamed to myself, "just like old times." I could see that this was going nowhere fast and decided to bail out while I still had my sanity. The whole night was a waste and now I was pissed. I mean, I could have stayed home and watched the WWF championship grudge match or something equally culturally enlightening. Anything would have would have been more fun than this. "My, look at the time. I think I better get going." "Wait, why are you leaving?" "You haven't changed at all and it will be just as much of a waste of my time to go out with you now as it was the last time." She looked slightly puzzled. |