The light coming through the open window bathed her in a soft glow and warmed her skin just a little, like the flush she would feel shortly from her a...ousal. The whole scene was nearly perfect, she thought - the only thing that was missing was the warm touch of another person sharing her bed. Slowly Jenny's mind began to wander back to Jonathan's story once more and her hands gently meandered over her soft, smooth shoulder, feeling for the curve of her neck, that corner that adores a gentle. Sexy. There was lovelight sparkling in her eyes like he hadonce seen in the eyes of Katrina, his former girlfriend. She held hishead still and planted a long, warm kiss upon his lips. Then she ranher tongue over his lips until he opened his mouth and let her tonguein.As she withdrew her tongue from his mouth, for a moment he shut hiseyes and imagined he was with Katrina and he said, quietly, "Kat." Andhe bit the "trina" bit back before it could get out of his mouth whenhe remembered it was not. Some things could only be figured out with time.I opened my eyes, and looked down at her tousled hair. Gently I kissed the top of her head, and she purred, writhing slowly under my hands."What're you thinking about?" I asked."You're not suppose to ask that." She said dreamily."What?" Didn't anybody ever tell you? You're not supposed to ask that after you just got through fucking. It's a rule. Like not saying 'thanks' after sex, unless it's with a prostitute." What?!" I'd never heard either of. It had better be if she wanted to keep this job. It was a 34C 29 32 trim long legged figure stuffed into a tiny black lace push up bra and a matching pair of black lace thongs. She worked her body to the limit, knowing anextra pound in the wrong place meant demotion. And she hadworked so hard to advance from lap dancer to center stage star at Bernie's Bimbo Revue."Gentlemen," the speakers announced in the murky smoke filled bar, "For your entertainment pleasure, I am pleased to present one.