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Oh bloody hell, he had not been expecting that. Abort, Abort!

Too little, too late. Taylor had saw what was coming only to late and by the time he was ready to make a move out of harm's way, he had a face full of rack.

[i]This was a mistake...[/i] he thought to himself, slightly mortified. It was like being smothered by a pillow. A soft, warm, feminine, attractive pillow. It wasn't even gentle - he was literally being smooshed into the girl's cleavage cushion.

He felt humiliated but didn't struggle so as to appear rude. He could feel his blush deepening every second that passed. This was, to him, the second or third most embarrassing thing that any girl could have done to him. It was probably worse because she might not have meant it. Might not. He wasn't sure.

After what felt like a small eternity, Taylor was released to the sound of a baying crowd. Sweet, merciful freedom! He gulped down a lungful of air and tried to recover. Being patted on the head did not aid that recovery.

Oh, did she have to use those words? Even before she finished talking, Taylor could her the leers of the crowd. Best thing would be to recover as soon as possible.

"I just came to see if you were okay." He said, face resembling a tomato somewhat "I hope I'm not getting in your way or anything..."