But suddenly, you’re in front of me. Your entire presence seems to surround me, and pull me to you. You tower above me, despite my heels, at 6 foot ... inches. At the moment, all I see is your broad chest, currently covered by a fantastically nerdy Star Wars shirt: “Support our Troops!” I smile at the shirt and look up at you. “You would think that after being cloned after the best bounty hunter and shooter in the galaxy, the Storm Troopers could at least hit a target maybe once, wouldn’t you?” I. And, he'd done his time.The Kid had known how and when to fight. He'd also known how to get along. He'd paid attention while in the joint. And he'd picked up some skills he'd not had before he went in. He'd gotten some tattoos.The Kid had been out for over a year. But, he'd been on the outside for much longer than that.If you know what I mean.When the Driver asked about his parole, the Kid said he'd seen his parole officer twice before he'd hit the road. On the West Coast, fer' cryin' out loud.. She made sure her eyes obviously lingered on his cock before returning to his heated gaze. “I’d love to invite you to a place I know. It’s a place designed for kinky pleasures. What’s your desire?” Christie shifted in her seat and felt herself become damp. His voice held a hint of command and she could see herself wanting to be held his sexual captive. “To be tied up. To be at the complete mercy of someone’s play.” Christie closed her eyes as she spoke, imagining being his. His touch. She grasped my ears, then leaned in and kissed me. A good one too, sliding the very tip of her tongue along my lips. Only a hint, but with a whisper of promise and I noticed that when she stepped back she was breathing a little quick.'OK? Thank you Doug Taylor. I'm glad I live in your house, and I'm pleased you admire my ass. Sharper than a new razor blade, huh? You smooth-talking devil, you.' She left, and I savored the taste of her lip gloss, faint in my mouth. Her head popped back round the.