She liked the sound but never considered it a song to dance to. Until now. The blues-y notes set the tone. She didn’t close her eyes this time, did...’t have to just feel the beat. She was starting to feel like someone different, a hybrid of the sensitive Emily with the confidence of the sexy Starr. That person couldn’t wait to show off for Paul. Walking over slowly, she started behind him, noting that he tensed when being approached from behind and decided to dance in the front only. She. You sniff the air, only to recognise his deep manly scent, combined with spices of the island laced with the sweat of his labour. You draw in front of him, eyes drawn to his; you lick your lips, a hand outstretched. Reaching his frame, your fingertips touch his chest. You look up, asking for permission, as his hands join yours. Emboldened, your hands slowly fall towards his waist, as your lips reach his strong jaw, tracing towards his glistening smile, his hand finds your hair, gently brushing. The superintendent has promised to take care of it but has idled by the overgrown orchard all day. Perhaps, if we’re lucky, the heat will bring thunder in its wake.If hotness makes me horny, a crackling storm is another story altogether. I’ve always been receptive to nature. Wild streams, skies full of lightning and high ocean waves make me feel small, yet strangely significant. They dominate my body and soul. Last year, my students must’ve thought me crazy when I abandoned them to run into the. ?Good now I have you attention,? the voice came again. ?You have a spectacular body ? nice shape, nice tone and those boobs are delightful ? I bet those nipples are so sensitive ? well by the end of the night they will be even more sensitive but in a different way.?What do you want, why am I here?? Jane asked trying to mask the fear in her voice.?You have no choice. You are going to be impregnated with my seed. Your body will be marked. You will carry my son for five months before he will.