I told Ana we would not go out that evening; but, surprisingly, she just giggled and gave me an evil grin, as she started to get undressed there, in f...ont of me… and in front of the large widow.Ana looked at me, her back to the windows, whispering she knew that the curtains were fully open...I smiled at her, watching as her long sexy dress was now loose and falling down to her ankles. Anita just stood there, wearing only her sexy black stilettos and seamed stockings. She glanced down at her own. Well... anything else together. Physically that is. I'm saving... that part of myself for my future husband, whoever that might be. I've heard all of the arguments as to why I should sleep with someone and none of them faze me. It won't be happening. Not unless we're married. Not that I'm trying to get you to marry me or anything, its just that our physical relationship will not go any further right now. Am I making sense?" Yes, Amy," I said. "You're making sense."She stiffened a little against. Are there less productive ways to waste company time? I might be hard-pressed to find one at this point. This is the third one today. About nothing. To change nothing.The only good thing about sitting in this one is Chris' presence. Guess he couldn't get out of it. It's been a few weeks since our road trip adventure and it's like it never happened. Which is cool, actually. I look over at him and see his beautiful face contorted into annoyance. He looks my way and shows me some candy shapes on. Drago was so close to her that she could feel the warmth of his huge body and smell the scent of his ebony skin. He smelled clean and very healthy with no cosmetic scent to hide the odor of human black skin. Frances looked up at him, expecting to see gentleness, surprised instead, to see desire too. Neither one of them was comfortable with that, yet it seemed too stilted to shake hands. He sort of grabbed her hand as he kissed her. They both laughed and pulled away a little too quickly."I'm.