His own eyes opened wide as he watched an echo of the fire appear around the man’s right hand. The stranger drew back his arm and launched a short b...ow against the entranceway. His hand seemed to barely impact against the metal, but the security shield gave way like wet paper towels and the glow flowed through the opening to the glass. The door resisted slightly longer, but then it rippled and broke free from its hinges and lock. The suddenly loose panel flew across the short gap to Vincent and. She would have deemed it downright "slutty". Rick didn't consider Christine a slut. He considered her very sexy and engaging, which made their texting (or sexting) much more entertaining than flirting with Angie had ever been. She told Rick she wanted his cock. Badly. After a couple of months of these exchanges, they finally arranged to go to a nearby hotel one night of the following week, all under the cover of having to work late.The day before this rendezvous, Rick was having breakfast with. He moved closer, following the shoreline, keeping down and using available cover.What an incredible stroke of luck, Phelps thought, to track the girl, alone, to this remote location. She wasn't dressed as brazenly as she'd been when he'd first seen her, but her abbreviated cutoffs and the light blouse were provocative. As he drew nearer, he noticed that the high humidity had melded the blouse to her body. Her nipples were clearly visible through the soaked fabric.Phelps found himself hoping. Everyone in, they drive off toward the meeting place. Sitting in themiddle of the second row, Karli can see her reflection in the vehicle'srear view mirror. At first, she does not recognize that she is lookingat herself, but as she blinks and turns her head, the reflection matches.The comprehension that the image she is seeing is her own reflection hitsher like a ton of bricks.Across her forehead, the word "SLUT" is tattooed in red. It appearsbackward to Karli in the mirror, but she can still.