She tried to formulate a sentence, but she felt sluggish and dizzy. Her eyes were wide open, and she couldn’t think of any objection to Vanessa, eve... though she knew it was wrong. Might as well...get her to explain it herself. That’s a good idea. ‘What do you...what do you mean?’ ‘I mean suppressing your impulses. Your desires. It’s obvious that you want nothing more than to just change out of your ugly, professional outfit, into something more...exciting. Isn’t that right?’ Oh no, oh no.. She had combined that with the usual old loose t-shirt that she favoured - it technically covered her, but hung so loosely on her that it actually accentuated the curves of her breasts.“What -” She began, before Jason silenced her with a curt gesture.He stood there at the entrance to her bedroom, staring at her for a long moment. She looked unsure and hesitant - an expression that softened the usual hard lines of her face; making her look quite lovely. And of course the rest of her was as hot. The realtor was amazed that anyone had been staying in the house. Her information had been that the house was unoccupied, with the utilities off.She had never even seen the place before today; it really wasn’t in very good condition at all, and would need a fair amount of work done on it. I had been hoping for almost immediate occupation, or at least as quickly as possible.I had graduated with a bachelors in IT, and had already gotten my own consultancy going, I was able to do almost all of my. He could work a job. He had settled in an apartment complex, didn't have much furniture and was continuing to blow his money. Anyway, one Friday afternoon JJ called me and said he had met these two girls that came from Detroit to Freaknic in Atlanta. He said when he met them they were on the street trying to book a room, suit cases and all but everything was booked and he offered to let them stay at his apartment and they took him up on it. JJ called me because I was his friend and I had a.