Trilogy III HopeChapter 2
"My face is up here, my friend." He blushed; it would be the first of many blushes. Rough, tough, worldly, he was still a gentleman, and when circumstances required it, the blood would rush to his face, telling the world that he wished for the moment that he could find a hole somewhere and crawl into it. "I'm sorry, Adrian, it's just that..." His voice trailed off. He couldn't think of the right words to use to tell me that he was enjoying himself staring at my tits. I chose not to...