Tired of the friction caused by the t-shirt, her other hand slipped up underneath and she began to play with her nipples in a more personal fashion. ...he let out an Mmm and closed her eyes. *Slip your shorts off.* The commands still had their uses. Raising herself up she pulled down one side of the shorts past her hips and then the other, plopped back down and then lifted her legs to slide them down and finally kicked them off. I had to get up to get a better view. I stood over her as she. ."I ran my hand over her bare shoulder and to the back of her neck, under her wet hair. "You have a mark on the back of your neck, a small red diamond. It's an indicator that you are bound to someone else, someone who is probably the one responsible for your actions today." What do you mean, 'bound'?" It's a term used for the connection between you and this other person." Is there any way to break this connection?" The fact that she couldn't see it, because it was on the back of her neck,. I stood up, standing her up with me, then pointed to a stand of evergreens on a small hill. In order to save money, the landscapers had build a donut-shaped hill, and planted trees only around the edges, to make it look like a complete hill. We stumbled through the soft pines and found ourselves in a small dip, covered in brown pine needles.She spun around, and embraced me. We kissed, a soul searching kiss like none I had known. If felt like we were joined at the lips.She dropped to her knees. ” After a short pause he added, “How about twenty minutes?”“Twenty minutes?” I parroted for Heather’s benefit. She smiled and nodded yes. “Twenty minutes sounds good, Dylan.”“Meet us in the lobby,” Dylan said. “There are tons of restaurants within walking distance of us. We can pick something out when we meet.”“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed before ending the call.“I didn’t know Dylan was playing in the Pro Bowl,” Heather commented.“He’s a fill-in for Matt Ryan,” I explained. “Matt decided to.