"You sure you don't want me to leave? I'll be right outside, " "You can, but I'm almost done," I said as I pulled the sports bra off the couch and ste...ped into some joggers. "Also, by now, I'm used to guys staring at my body, so whether it's naked or not doesn't matter to me. Done. See? Not that much of a problem." "Ok then." His face dulled out, slowly turning to normal. "Let's go, I guess."As we curved around Bassline, I started to understand what Korra was saying. As we were running, she was. With no response, he pulled her towards him and started kissing her. He kissed her ever so passionately on her mouth and then began tracing the outline of her jaw and neck with his hands and mouth. Dixie could not help but feel the warmth of his breath on her skin and become deeply aroused knowing the wonders his mouth could do. With his hands in her long hair holding her neck taught Drew began his way down Dixie’s neck to her shoulders kissing and biting along the way listening to her breathe. A gust of wind through the open window made the curtains swing and she heard quite clearly the rustling of the leaves from the silver birch that grew in the patch of grass outside her window. That had to be it. A mixture of the rustling of the leaves, her semi-somnolent state and an over active imagination were working together. She smiled to herself as she rolled over to try and get back to sleep. Whatever next??dancing, dancing in a woodland glade. Jasmine, and her sisters, she just knew they. “Over there. That’s worse,” Les said pointing to the east side of the park. A black Cadillac was just coming into view. “That’s The Dragon. Pretty presumptuous for a slimy pimp and drug dealer. He operates from here to Chicago Avenue, a lower class clientele than west. He pushes his boundaries as far as he can, except where he might overlap Ernie. He steers clear of Ernie’s territory. He operates through domination and intimidation. There is nothing kind about The Dragon. I’ve seen his girls in.