’ Jasmine sighed. ‘Yup, I remember those days. So glad to be out of school. At least for now. The real world is pretty grating, too.’ ‘I belie...e it.’ ‘What’s your paper about, anyway?’ Jasmine asked. ‘Come to think of it, I can’t believe I haven’t asked you this. What are you studying?’ ‘Literature.’ ‘That’s pretty cool. What kind of literature?’ ’19th century African-American literature.’ ‘Oh, awesome!’ said Jasmine, getting excited. The writings of blacks in the 1800s was a subject that. “It is safer that way. If I wasn't looking out for you, you would get yourself into far too much trouble.”“Horseshit!” Xavier snaps through tight teeth. “I could handle myself just fine, even before I met you!”“Xavier, please.” Stanley relents, pulling at the straps holding his armor to his body. “I do not want to quarrel with you.”“Then admit there is nothing to quarrel about.”“I won't lie to you.”Xavier narrows his eyes, stomping to the other end of the room. Stanley continues unhindered,. That sort of behaviour always brought a smile to her face. After doing the honours with the toilet paper and flushing the loo, I stood to leave. I flipped the lock and opened the door. I was startled as I pulled the door back towards me. A body was standing directly in front of me and moving in my direction. I had nowhere to go. I pulled myself backwards to avoid a collision with her and nearly stumbled. A shocked gasp left my mouth and my eyes widened at the impending impact. It was the. She moaned, softly. Drawing back for a moment she pulled her t-shirt over her head and then eased back into his arms. Her head nestled on his shoulder as one hand softly caressed her bare back and the other her thigh. They sat that way for a while, just holding and touching. Then the kissing started again. His hand slid along an inner thigh as his mouth found her nipple. Her thighs spread and his hand went to the place where they met. As in the past he found it moist and ready. His finger.