This is the most exciting experience you have ever had in your entire life.. . . okay.Excited. And powerful. Did you know? That you are powerful?How a... I powerful? I can’t move. I can’t scream. I’m about to be ****d. How is this powerful?What this poor man is doing is proof of your power.. . . what?Look at him.No, please, don’t make me—LOOK AT HIM.Laurie looked. A black man—so dark she almost couldn’t see him in the alley. Strong. Short hair. Powerful. And she could see his eyes. They were red.. Only she wasn't a redhead any more, she was her natural blond again.Good lord, she looked even more beautiful. The change in hair color completely changed the way she looked. It was like staring at a supermodel.Darren wondered why he was shaking as he tried to pull himself together. "I like the hair now that I've seen it." Darren nervously muttered."I was hoping you would, I did it for you," she smiled up at him. 'Boy does he look good, ' ran through her mind.Catching herself she said, "I'm. She looked at the suitcase the money was in and knew that thehit man would know it on sight. She hoped that there was a place in themall to buy a new one.Andrea called down to the front desk. When the person one the frontdesk answered they said yes may we help you Miss Andrea. Andrea saidyes the woman that was just here said that when I was ready to go tocall her and she would come and help me out. The person on the frontdesk said yes Miss Andrea Amy will be right there.About five minute later. "You'll do what, exactly?" Stop talking...", I lean in to kiss him again but he slithers away, completely. He has gotten out of bed, and is looking down on me, again. This time, though, I'm reminded of a wolf surveying its prey."Mmmn.. I think I'll let you suffer a bit longer, love." My hands trace the very curves he attempted to memorize only moments before. My smirk reasserting itself as I gaze into those eyes, which until now have followed my hands.. " Maybe, I'm not the one who's going to.