If that pretty red-headed girl was there he knew it would be even better – her presence, for some reason, muted the voices completely.He sighed in r...lief as he walked among the trees and the voices faded to a mere background mutter, though he was aware of the animals around him – mostly squirrels, of course. He assumed it was his imagination that imbued that awareness with meaning.A glance in the café door. Good! She was there.“Hullo, David! What can I get you today?” Her smile warmed his heart. But maybe I was expecting something more girly or softer. I mean, not that this isn’t amazing.”Deborah laughed again, “Well I used to have it carpeted, and the living room was all overstuffed fabric-covered sofas and all.” She laid out the food near place settings that were already set out on a high-topped dark table in the middle of the kitchen. She waved Melissa towards high stools tucked under the table.Melissa pulled out a stool and sat down, only to discover Deborah wagging her finger. He inched his way towards the outside of her bikini bottom. Applying mild pressure, her circled the outside of her bikini bottom making her gasp as he kissed her. Before they put on too much of a show, he stopped."Come with me. Come be with me tonight, you sexy gorgeous woman. I want to be inside you. I want to feel your hands all over me, and I want to excite you beyond your wildest dreams. I will adore you with my mouth and tongue. Come be with me tonight Salina. I will make your very happy,". ~ John had not expected Mrs Jones’ call, and what she had to tell him was a complete shock. She’d been going through her daughter’s room looking for clothes that needed washing (or so she said) and had happened upon her diary. The latest entry, she told him, had given her cause for concern. John’s heart raced as his neighbour spent the better part of ten minutes reading out word for word the fantasies of the girl who he had never thought of as anything more than the sweet little angel who he.