Her name was Esmeralda. She had dark brown skin and long curly black hair to go with it, and dark brown eyes. Esmeralda was a Roma-American, meaning s...e was a Gypsy. In class, Esmeralda would always bring up racism against her people and how the Holocaust ought to be prevented from happening again. She even said that gypsies were much better than Gadjes, meaning everyone else in society. That pissed everyone in class off, including our two local skinheads. Tom and Jerry were also very bright,. “A short story about making love to you,” I sighed. “Only I can’t make it short. It seems to go on forever.”“Liar,” she giggled. “Though maybe I should take you to bed for some more primary research.”“Mmm. I could stop work on this essay for now.”“Essay?”“Yeah. It seems really unfair that we have an assignment due the first day of school. Of course, Beca has hers all wrapped up and Britt and Desi promised they’d work on theirs this week. We have a list of topics to choose from and need to hand. The moments following that meal became quite phrenetic for everyone as they all got cleaned up and ready to head back into town. The one feeling the tension of the moment the most was of course Vanessa. Tracey Manning was observing the girl and could easily see her nervousness, as could everyone else, but he could also tell that there something else on her mind.When he asked her about it she just snapped back with, “No! I’m just fine. I just can’t find my phone charger anywhere. Have you seen. And it was when she felt his soft caress on her waist–skin again skin–that she gasped realizing suddenly that she was completely naked. He smirked before leaning down to let his lips this time, float on her neck, to her silky shoulders, her collarbone, slightly dipping his tongue on the gap between. And down to her breasts, merely flicking his tongue on her hard nipples as his exploring hands made their way to the small of her back and further lower to squeeze her pert little behind tightly. As.