The Thin Line.

So first the recap of the Big stuff and then onto more sexually empowered writing.

I met my little who is great. I was weary because I already mentor college kids in the 18-21 range and I wanted this to be different and she's 15. I realized there's a big difference between 15 and 18. She's very quiet, looking for a friend. Her dad's in jail, she has 3 brothers and her mom has to work a lot. It's kind of sad but she keeps good spirits about it. When we were chatting I realized that college isn't the first thing in her head - she's as smart as a whip and loves reading, writing and photography. Of course, due to the nature of my biz, I think she should look into being a journalist or going into advertising - but instead she wants to be a hairdresser, why? Because everyone around her is. I don't want to make her change her mind if this is really what she wants to do, I just want her to see there are other paths as well. That's my summer mission.

In the more sexual tones, I had hoped that my conversation on Wednesday with TW would make it clear that if I was to see him again and blow him again he would need to call me the next day. In fact, it's not even a hope - it was clearly said. He called after softball, to which I tried to get him to go out with me - he wanted to stay in. After trying 2 bars to watch the Brewer's game (damn no cable) I ended up at his house. By the third inning, they were playing so horribly that he was kissing up on my neck while I looked over his shoulder to see if maybe, just maybe Counsell might catch a ball once. He made his way down my neck to my tits and entertained himself for a few moments. One thing of course led to another, and while I kept my wits about him, I did give in to a blow job in the 7th because I thought I should at least show him how I really give head.

My showcase revealed a couple new discoveries (a) he's not as small as I thought and (b) he did not belong to the crowd that I've been dating in the last 3 years that relies heavily on manscaping. I was shocked to see that much hair when I've been dealing with next to nothing on RS. When push came to shove his hands rested strongly on my shoulders in between deep breaths, "oh my gods" and "that was good." I came up, gave him his pants and said, "That's how I really suck dick. Hopefully you'll call if you liked it (earlier I had told him that I was pissed to not even get a courtesy call the next day, explaining he didn't have to see me he just had to respect that it happened). It was the end of the night, the Brewers lost and I headed home.

All day yesterday I kept checking to see if he would call, but no such luck. I can tell you one thing, pretty sure he's not getting head anytime soon.