Er dreht sich um in die Richtungder Energiequelle, die er gespuert hat. Erschrocken blickt er Prof mitgrossen braunen Rehaugen an. Die vorher buschige... Augenbrauen, diedie bisher schmalen Augen in ihren tiefen Hoehlen beinahe verdeckten,sind jetzt nur noch feine Linien und ziehen betraechtlich hoeher ihre zarteBahn. Lange, schwarze Maskara-Wimpern bilden den Rahmen der vonzarter, glatter Haut umgebenen Augen, die, schreckgeweitet nochgroesser als eh schon, ungewollt verfuehrerisch den Magier. I twirled her again and now she was facing me. The music slowed and she rested her head on my chest as we swayed body to body. The song ended then she looked up into my eyes. For the life of me I wanted to tell her how I really felt. I wanted to say out loud I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. That we were meant to be. But I couldn’t.What if this is not real? What if she doesn’t feel the same way about me as I do about her? Also, Joe told me he’s in love with her. . .. The Pig is your Mistress! Serve her well!"That single phrase changed the tone of the global protest movement against Mega-Town Associates, because it provided a recognizable slogan for anyone who hated the company. Across the US activists started wearing t-shirts with "The Pig is your Mistress! Serve her well!" and the slogan was common on bumper stickers and protest signs.Mike owned several t-shirts with the slogan. Wearing them gave him some confidence that he had been lacking for a very. As that freaky song starts to play( you my ask which one but does it really matter?) I grow extremely hard in anticipation. The same way a stalking tiger picks his prey out of an entire herd, I pick the soft booty that I want to ride out of a large crowd of people. Im getting closer and closer now, dancing my way across the floor. She has spotted me and probably knows my intentions, this is why she casually enjoys herself until I make my move......and I do. I slowly move in behind her. I am.