Then eyeing each other and feeling gamesome, we move closer together. The music is seducing our attention to party, but worse, I’m constantly browsi...g downward just to have another snapshot of those cheeky leg wrappings. Wow, they’re working me over! So fascinating! So exciting! I put my hand on your thigh hoping to woo you into a passionate, romantic mood. And when you notice my profound interest in those magnificently ventilated fishnet stockings, you swiftly counter back, hooking your leg. The sweet touch was not all she wanted, she needed to sense and recall every detail of their last moments together, before the return of the loneliness and boredom. Soft overhead light strips contrasted with the music but enhanced the flickering glow from the candles that she had spaced about the room. Like the earthy scents, the light was warm, moving, covering hercovering them along with the heavy beat as his chest pressed to her back. She focused on the feel of the chest hair and the. And we go on weekend trips to The Keys, to the Bahamas, to St Croix. Any place I want, really. (OK, I'm name-dropping and that's tacky and I'm sorry but all of this is so cool.) And we've gone to some really sexy parties and I have to tell you, we're not the only kinky people in the world. Maybe that's a story for another day.They've asked me to move in with them but I don't think that's a good idea. I like having my freedom but they do pay my rent and my college tuition so I have it pretty. ”“Goodnight, then. I love you.”“Love you too, Mom.”She rose and quietly slipped out of my room. I rolled over, my eyes unwilling to shut. Maybe I should tell my parents everything... They were so understanding about Pete at the concert, when they could have reacted so differently... Pete... I’d avoided talking to him in school since the show, overwhelmed by my other problems. Not that he sought me out, either... I tossed around for a while, struggling with my thoughts. I looked at the clock.