"Hey! You still there? Can I come over or not?" Ah, yeah, sure. Meet you out front." I hung up the phone and sat there for a moment. Then I folded the...story I had written about Tom and his car and put it in my desk drawer before I went out to meet him.He pulled up and got out of his car. It was beautiful. He had done a great job on it. We went for a ride and stopped by a burger joint before he dropped me off back at home. After he left I went back up to my room to reread the story. I just had. Shower water tumbled onto her. She imagined herself bathing under a Belize waterfall on honeymoon with Stephen watching—as she wrung out the tresses of her hair, palmed her luscious breasts in slow circles, smoothed her hands over her gracefully athletic thighs and taut round ass.She was acting it out as she washed, her soaped-up hands loving the curves of her own ripe young body. She slithered her way down over her trim stomach and further on over the mound she had had waxed a day before,. I just start walking and before too long I heard soft music. It was the sound of a flute playing.And I saw her. A tall, curvy dark-haired woman with a see-through dark-blue dress on. I mean I could see everything under her dress. And she was dancing. She was twirling around and gracefully waving her arms high in the air. I saw the curve of her bottom and then her breasts and nipples as she spun around. She took my breath away. Her full breasts bounced freely as she danced. Her bottom shook. Was that against the rules as well? What were his rules? You realize that everything you know is based on this stranger’s touch, and the less than ten words he said to you. But you also know, without knowing who he is, that you have been waiting for him, for this, for longer than just the few minutes he is gone.After you hear the door open again, your sigh relief is cut short by a cold knife pressed against your thigh. He must have heard your frightened gasp, for without moving the knife, he.