Already bitter, alcohol inflamed Mary's meanness. At the same time she flirted. Her complicated nature made me dizzy. Before she got too drunk, I advi...ed her on her attitude and suggested emotional restraint at the deposition and her dress in court. She received the advice belligerently--more so when I repeated it. "What makes you think I need to play some fucking part? The guy fucked with me like he fucked with Amy--story over." If you're on her side, you'll take my advice. We're dealing with. The sexual magnetism between them was still very much present, though of course unacknowledged.They'd shared a cab on the way home. They'd stopped at Chelsea's address first and David told the driver to wait for him. He'd accompanied her to the front door and into the unlit vestibule of her building. They'd made plans to visit an art exhibit the next day and Chelsea was already looking forward to it. David had drawn her into an embrace, kissed her lightly on the mouth and told her how much he'd. "I'll get you another," Jason was quick to offer. "Thank you" she said straightening her dress while noticing Jason's wondering eyes. She also couldn’t help but notice Jason’s flawless brown skin and athletic stature. He nearly dwarfed her once she had gotten to her feet.While they reordered and waited for their coffees Jason brought up small talk. Being a handsome guy of 22 he had had his share of pussy from random college slags, he also had his game down to a tee. But for some reason his. ”“And now, what would you like, Mr. Smith?”“I would like for you to come here and undress me.”“Yes, sir.”Monica crossed the floor and stood before her husband. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest as she went, savoring the taste of his skin on her lips. As she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, she kissed his lips and pressed her body against his. After a long moment, she let her hands fall to his waist and loosen his belt. Soon, his pants lay on the ground in a crumpled heap by.