What do I do if I feel a bulge when I'm groping a chick I picked up at a bar?
The first time was in May of 1993. His body was cold but his breath was hot. "Oh, >>425" he whispered as his hand teased and explored me like none had before. "I'm ready," I said, as my heartbeat quickened. He grabbed my ass and slid it down. "I'm going in." A jolt of electricity shot through me as his general forced open those tightly sealed doors and entered the hidden room. He found what he want; he came, and he left. But what remained?