I see your tongue flit along your lips to moisten them, and I cannot meet the intensity of your gaze – I do not understand what it portents, what is...happening here; still worse, I do not understand how I feel about it, what strange unknown emotions are now churning around that central core of fear. Indeed, I’m no longer quite sure what it is that I have to be afraid of: none of you have yet damaged my things or hurt me (the grip on my arms is firm, but not painfully so), and somehow I am. A shower, change, supper and he was ready for bed. Sleeping with a smile on his face, I went to the bar for a drink with the bartender asking me if I would like company? I said I wouldn't object but not a tourest.. A nice looking young man, not 20 came into the bar and came directky to me. "I am Camo, you want boy?" Things there are direct and they happen quickly. "Maybe" smiling at him. "I have nice one, 22 cm come with me" lol, this was a change, my doing business with him. Down the. The final year of high school. I began to notice that she started being more flirty and friendly with me . One time she was at her desk in a tight dress with stockings and high heels, I was staring at her ass and legs when she noticed me. We then looked at each other, she winked and bit her lip whilst pulling her dress up so I could see the top of her stockings. Now if that isn't a tease I don't know what is! I almost creamed my little pants. She would intentionally nock things off of my desk. It slipped a couple times, but she didn’t care because her hands were finally free. “Cord you okay?” Cade asked, not taking his eyes off Micah. “I’m good now.” “I’m going to rip your guts out,” Micah growled. With another growl, he transformed and charged Cade. Cade already had his sword out and he ran to meet Micah. They collided with a loud thud. They were a blur of fists and claws. Cordelia saw blood, but couldn’t tell whose it was. Micah got the upper hand and slammed Cade down, but he.