My calves, stroked again by the tight skirt, now that we were taking longer strides, set off my juices once again. How women can walk in tight skirts ...nd not feel randy this way I found had to imagine, I teased myself.As I set about placing the key in the ignition, I felt Kevin’s hand on my cheek.“You’re beautiful, you know that?” said Kevin. “So much more than in your photographs. They don’t do you justice at all”“You’re very nice too, Kevin. So gentle with that hand. I wasn’t expecting that. “All right, I’ll see you at ten this Saturday at Starbucks on Peachtree,” Roger concluded.“See you then, Roger.” Jessica said, ending the call.Friday night, Roger picked up Cathy for dinner and dancing.During the drive over to the restaurant, Cathy asked, “Do you think we can go out on Saturday night next time?”Roger sighed.“Look, Cathy, so far I’ve been free on Friday nights. If we want to go out again and I’m free on Saturday, we’ll go out on Saturday. Putting unreasonable demands on me is a. He felt like he could fall into those spheres forever. He loved her so much and would do anything in the world for her."Wow, you look amazing! Are you ready?" Krishna asked."Yes, I am, Jer, but I would feel better if you told me where we were going," she asked. Krishna laughed. "You will see soon enough."They were both walking out to the car holding each other's hand. As usual Krishna opened the car door for Aeishwarya to get it. He watched her slowly climb into the car. He was staring straight. Like this ... here before me ... I had no words. For some reason, my eyes went to the tuft of hair at her core, and I could see, even by the dim candlelight, that it matched the hair on her head, at least in colour. It seemed to be much curlier, and a little tangled, and I knew I wanted to touch it very soon.She stepped up to me, between my knees, then stopped. I was still focused on that auburn tangle of curls and couldn't resist as my hand came up to comb my fingers through them, gently.