Top Blog: PETITE BEAVER entered the room, I could feel Lisa's nervousness increase. As I checked out the room, Lisa just stood by the door, looking around furtively. She was still there when I came out of the bathroom. I walked over to her, took her hand in mine, and lead her over to the wing-back chair and sat her down.
"Lisa," I said, "you can change your mind. I can take you home, or we can just sleep. Don't force yourself to do something you don't want to do."
Lisa looked at me. "You seem to want to talk me out of it," she said, her chin quivering. "Am I too ugly for you to want to do it to me? I know I'm not as pretty as Mrs...uh, I mean, Rachael. She's beautiful."
Boy, did I feel like a heel. "Look at me Lisa. You're a very pretty girl," I said, meaning it this time, "and I'm honored to be the first man to make love to you, if it's what you really want."
