Aaaaah, the Good Ol' Days .... (Part 3)

So Stalker leans over and whispers to me that that was better than any of his fantasies about me. I was a little dazed, so I think I gave him a brilliant smile, but couldn't get out a word.

Haven't seen him since, but this weekend I spent quite a bit of time thinking about him, and that KISS.

Now a kiss like that would do very bad things to my morals, had we been alone. Was thinking that it was a shame I didn't get to do it again, but then, maybe it was a good thing, cos I seriously wouldn't be able to guarantee his safety if we did. And, with my hormones droning like sludge through my body these days .......

But that kiss, damn!