So it's out of the shop. We spend a wonderful couple of hours just wandering, window-shopping. It's amazing how many shops can be crammed into such a ...mall area. Small streets, sometimes so small no modern day car can get down them. And nearly all for the tourist. Occasionally a real local shop, selling pots and pans, or a bakery. One we stop at and buy a pastry each. We eat them as we continue to explore.Then it's time, all shopped out. The shops start to close for the afternoon siesta. But. He pulls her by the waste and leads her into the room next door where they don’t have to think about someone walking up on them. He lifts her up and wraps his arms around her, making her feel safe. Her legs wrap around him and she begins to kiss his ear lobes. Her tongue flicks it and then she begins to nibble. He moans a little with delight and she begins to work her way down wetting his neck with her kisses. She stops kissing him to look at him, his eyes are so clear and kind she falls in. . this bitch!Andrea had risen calmly to meet her, that same condescending smile still etched on her pouty lips, seemingly unconcerned with what was about to happen.Cassie decided that she was going to wipe that smile right off her face, one way or another. "You bitch," she hissed, lashing out with her hand, slapping Andrea hard across the cheek. The clear crack of flesh on flesh rang throughout the room.Andrea's head snapped sideways, and when she looked back, the arrogance and condescension. She couldn't shower in her jeans, so he unbuttoned that top botton and started to unzip them. Her hand quickly reached down and grabbed his, pulling it away. "Damn it," he thought. "I should have gone slower." But that was not why she pulled his hand away. God, no. She wanted him to rip her pants off, but she'd be damned if she was going to let him fully undress her while he stood there fully clothed! His hand still in hers, she moved it to his side, and let it go, gently, as.