How this one man has such an effect on me I will never understand. Hmmm. It seems I have somewhat of an effect on him too.’ She smiled inwardly at t...e thought. This one, she wanted to have an effect on. His breathing quickened, and he began his sensual explorations all over again. ‘I’m going to die,’ she thought. Right here. He leaned in, his body molded to hers, kissing her again. His lips were so sensual, so demanding, taking what they wanted. He moaned, so full of passion. After a long. My mother had a very nice engagement ring that belonged to her grandmother before her. ‘If you’re going to take some time getting a ring, would you like to see it? Maybe you’d be interested in wearing it in the interim.’ What a sweet man. He was also thoughtful enough to tell me alone so there wouldn’t be any pressure. We hadn’t been planning on getting engaged quite so soon. But, as long as we were, as long as it was a nice ring, I wanted to start wearing one now. ‘Sure. That’s very nice of. She wears, for me, a little too much make-up, more in keeping with my image of a starlet of the movies. But what an exquisite beauty, the features expressionless until, having studied her twin image in the mirror, she smiles revealing too, too perfect teeth. Suddenly I feel the blood rush to my imperfect cheeks; I am a voyeur who has been discovered. The eyes in the looking glass are fixed on me, and I am fixed to this spot by them. Desperately I try to drag my admiring eyes from her, but like. . pulling her to her feet. I again asked her if she was alright and she said that she was but I could feel her soft strong hand trembling in mine. There was no doubt that she’d been as surprised as I’d been. It was then that I realized that her voice sounded a little like the voice of a black woman.I was still holding her hand as I asked how she happened to be out on this dark and lonely road. She must have been nervous because she just blurted her answer. “My husband was drinking and starting.