Being hurt, and rejected. Just as I’d just rejected him. Steph, you fucking fool. I let my forehead fall against the windowpane with a clunk. The c...ol of the glass felt good against the burning heat of my skin. And I should be embarrassed. I was such an idiot. All the things I’d wanted him to say. He’d been ready to say them. And I’d shut him down. Walked out on him. It wasn’t Jarod who was running away from his feelings. It was me. * * * * * When I finally moved from my window, my body was. Inside the van he pointed out that his x-old lady had made the curtains, that he'd stuffed and sewn the leather pillows himself, that he'd had to rip off the sleeping bag from a friend who never paid him back the money once loaned. "It's wild," said Susan. "I just adore it." She smiled and pressed her chest close to the surfer. "Do you adore me Nick?"He took her in his arms and planted her mouth with his tongue. "Mmmm," she cooed. "You younger men do all sorts of funny things to me." She slid. I’m a little nervous, but confident. First of all let me introduce myself… My name is Ziomara, 21 years old, 5’5, 120 lbs, long silky black hair, large brown eyes, succulent lips, nice perky tits, and an ass that won’t quit. I’m a full blooded Mexican, and damn proud! Straight from the beautiful state of Sinaloa, where the ladies are not only beautiful… They are dangerous hahaha… I’ve always been labeled the “black sheep” of the family, mainly because I’m a free spirit. I come from a very. She didn't seem to notice my faux pas, and stood obediently in front of me by the side of the bed, her back to me as I sat on the edge of the mattress. I reached up and unfolded the towel covering her hair, and her long, lustrous locks fell down across her shoulders, her hair damp and clean-smelling. I stood behind her, and gently began inspecting her scalp with my fingertips, looking as closely as I could along her scalp for any seed ticks that might be trying to root there. Her hair was warm.