She sat on the desk and crossed her legs. She had forgotten about her outfit choice again. The boy’s eyes were locked on her and she noticed some of...them wandering down to her legs at times. Even the shy bullied one in the back who she found out was named Hunter stared. She did her best to ignore them.Melissa changed her position and began to walk round the room. Most of the eyes followed her as her ass swayed and her heels clicked. When she got near the back of the room, she dropped one of her. "what did you do?!" He demanded glowering at her. "What do you mean what did I do? YOU are the one who past out on my porch!" Ashlee said backing up slowly. The man towered over Ashlee, he backed her up into the wall. "Do you really want to talk like your something?" Ashlee started to get a little turned on. She put her hands on his chest and began to trace his chest and stomach. The man sucked in a breath. "What are you doing?" he asked in a hushed voice. He trembles a little, trying to keep. I want to thank the editors: Black Rand, timothybil and Steve. They help keep the punctuation under control, and the story readable. Kudos!Thanks for reading, Jake RiversNote:To keep things straightPrelude: Lead-in to Part Two—Dave living with his real name, Sam Carson; takes on an undercover name as Nic Rosso.Part One: The story ending—Dave lives the good life as Carlos Zingada in LisbonPart Two: Backstory on Dave Lawrence—The first time Dave must “die” to continue living; Dave’s real name is. Then I went on my way. But later in the day, I started to think something was unusual. You know, I think he may have been coming on to me. Maybe has a thing for older guys (I'm 63).I've been divorced for about two years. Although I was hetero during my marriage, I had a couple of affairs with men when I was younger. I've considered going there again. Maybe I'll head out there again this Saturday and see if he's around, maybe sense out what his motives are.Saturday came around, and the.