Mike was the last out – without hesitation, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys, and put Chen’s key into the lock, turning it until he...heard the firm ‘click’ – he tested the door, then just stood for a moment, looking at the key – no longer just a key – it was a symbol of a link to a new life – and now, after this momentous evening, they were going back to the very place where they first truly met – and it all started.At dinner, just as they had several months ago, the talk flowed. Get me some Chinese food or something. I want a real dinner.’ ‘What the fuck crawled up your ass?’ ‘This fucking case did.’ I sneered, tossing that sugary hell out the window. ‘Look I had plans today movie, dinner, the works but then this shit happened. I should be getting pounded into a coma right about now or doing just that to my woman alright.’ ‘Hey don’t take it out on the donuts. So what is this new one like anyway you always cut me off about the details.’ ‘She is not your type. If you. No - that was wrong. Jess Taylor had never really existed in the first place. He was just a mask she wore during school hours. A mask, a name, and nothing more (quoth the raven...).Giggling a child's innocent laughter, Jessica spun around several times to make the skirt twirl. The dress flared up in a pink arabesque, then floated lightly back into place. The hem barely reached down past the tops of her thighs; the cotton was so thin that her underpants were clearly visible through the gauzy. The nipples were barely sticking up. Her stomach was lean with just a slight bit of muscle definition, as her chest and stomach were moving rapidly with her breathing. Her waist was slender. He noticed that she only had a small patch of trimmed pubic hair over her otherwise shaven pussy. He was happy to see no tan lines anywhere on her body. Her legs were the lean tan legs of a former runner. She was even more beautiful than he imagined. And more naughty than he could ever think. He couldnt.