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Laila waved the three closer with her index finger. They leaned close to her. "What if I tell you that Crazy D.i.c.k made me scream four times." She patted the stunned giant baby's cheek. "And his stuff is not bad, it tastes of caramel and cream." The silence was trampled on. Laila emptied her glass. From outside came the deep hum of the Porsche engine. Laila grabbed her jacket.

"Thanks for the invitation guys." With these words and hip bumps, she stepped outside. D.i.c.k stopped in front of the door, squealing tires. Laila wandered around the Porsche, sliding her fingers over the body. She leaned down next to D.i.c.k and whispered to him. "Play with us, let's stop the ass-holes, they think you and me, well, I said, we just did it together." She put a hand on his neck and a hand on his t.h.i.g.h. Slowly she lowered her mouth to his lips. At first she thought he would push her away. His lips stayed hard and narrow. "You watch, you can rely on it."

She spoke against his lips. Both looked briefly at the saloon door. Behind them stood the Marx Brothers and some of the other guests. They stared in disbelief at the Porsche, at Laila and D.i.c.k. His lips finally softened. Laila kissed him passionately. He returned her kiss. But Laila actually felt like she was kissing a male maiden.

The man seemed to have surprisingly little experience or he was a lousy kisser. Let's see if she will not do anything about it. Laila's fingers slid up his t.h.i.g.h. She felt his excitement. Good, fully functional. D.i.c.k's breathing got faster, his kiss became more demanding. Laila broke away from him, waved to the spectators and sat in the passenger seat. "Go ahead and get a good wind up." D.i.c.k grinned.

With smoking tires he left a dark trail of rubber on the road. The Porsche made a wobbly 180-degree turn and roared off. Out of sight D.i.c.k threw his arm in the air and laughed triumphantly. Laila looked at him thoughtfully from the side. Well, he should be happy, he had certainly suffered long enough under the verbal attacks of these Neanderthals. Laila put a hand on his forearm. "Drive on." D.i.c.k drove the car onto a dirt road. Laila looked back. They were still visible from the street. "Drive a little further." D.i.c.k obediently steered the car around the next bend and stopped.

Laila turned to him and looked at him seriously. "I'll ask you a question now and I want you to answer it honestly, OK?" D.i.c.k looked at her suspiciously. "What did the guys tell you?" "I'll remember if you lie to me." He looked seriously at Laila. "Ask your question."

"Have you ever been intimate with a woman, have you ever slept with a woman?" D.i.c.k shifted uneasily behind the wheel. "Yes and no, I've been intimate with a woman before." He sighed heavily. "But that was a long time ago." Then he smiled apologetically. "I've never slept with a woman, Ill, what, now you know why they call me Crazy D.i.c.k."

Laila searched his eyes with her eyes. "Do you want to change that?"

Laila leaned over and felt for the button on the side of the driver's seat. Surrender, the seat lowered backwards. Laila climbed over and looked at him seriously.

"The first time I was a kid, it was terrible, the first time should be something special." When she saw his scared look, she calmed him down. "Do not worry, I will not fall for you here." She looked around. "I talked about something special, do you have a good bottle of wine at home?" He gave her a blank look and nodded slowly. "Well."

She took his hand and led her to her c.h.e.s.t. "Can you imagine being with me?" He hastily withdrew his fingers and escaped her grip. "I do not want pity." Laila did not give up. "OK, I see, I realise that no matter what I say, you will not believe me otherwise, but just look at it pragmatically, what do you think, what is the likelihood that you will meet another woman? who knows that you are inexperienced, does not label you as a freak, does not run away screaming, does not make fun of you, but offers you a way out of your - admittedly crappy - situation? "

"Equals zero."

"OK, and do you believe that I've never been with a man without buying a personal advantage through s.e.x?"

"No."

"For me it would be like the first time, without coercion, without profit. "

Laila climbed back into her seat. D.i.c.k remained in his lying position. He stayed silent. Laila waited patiently. Laila could barely hear his whispered words. "I do not know if I can." Laila's heart tightened as she heard the despair resonating in those words.

"You can trust me." Whispering, the driver's seat rose in a vertical position. D.i.c.k stared stubbornly through the windshield. His gaze lost in nowhere. "You do not know everything about me." Laila laughed drily. "We've only known each other for a few hours, believe me, you do not know much about me, and maybe you're the one to pity me out of sympathy, maybe you'd run away screaming in front of me." Laila put her hand under his chin and forced him to look her in the eye.

Violently she rubbed her hands over it. "Let's say we help each other, OK, I do not have any fond memories of deals and pacts." Her eyes were icy and D.i.c.k involuntarily flinched in front of her. Laila looked down at the ground. "Sorry, but in my life there are bad memories."

D.i.c.k started the engine. He put his arm over Laila's back and looked back as he steered the Porsche back onto the road. "Then we deserve well." Laila had doubts that poor D.i.c.k had a faint idea of ​​how ridiculous his innocent whimsy was compared to their grim secrets. She forced an open smile and stroked his unruly hair. "I guess it's fate."

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