"Stay away from me." Whirling from the table, I was treated to the sight of her perfect bum sashaying halfway across the room before coming to what I ...hought were my senses and setting off after her, catching the room's door as it was swinging shut. Her heels clicked across the cavernous lobby at pace. "Faye! Wait!" Over her shoulder, she called back, "I mean it. Keep away." "Why? I don't understand." "You're better off not knowing." I caught up and grappled her hand, spinning her to face me.. Then he, the National Treasure, directed me to join his studio in the spring as his intern.So, it seemed to naturally follow that he would ask me to come see him and his new work right away. He never mentioned that he wanted me to collaborate with him illustrating his next volume, a modern Shunga. I didn’t allow myself the fantasy that he was genuinely impressed with me and my talent, in keeping with my low self esteem.A few weeks later, wearing my best uniform, I found myself in his studio. Tom ignored it for now, and drafted the email to his students informing them that he had car troubles and would not make it for class today. After sending the email, Tom opened his inbox.Selina had sent an email to Tom late last night, titled “Tomorrow”. Tom opened the email, which said: “Tomorrow will be an unlucky day for you since I put a spell on you. Hope you’ll believe in magic now! Cheers, Selina.”Tom thought for a second: Could it be? Nah, it was just coincidence. Ding! His phone. Moving past Billie Jean's cock I kissed hir lady sack and began to nibble on hir soft ass. As my nose rubbed against hir tanned skin I picked up the scent of hir perfume.It's amazing how a familiar fragrance can trigger a flood of memories. Billie Jean was wearing the same perfume my high school sweetheart Sky wore the night we lost our virginity on each other.Back in those days I was such an ignorant fuck. Sky had to just about hit me over the head to get me to go out with her. Perhaps it.