“The usual. I’m out jogging.”“Seriously? ‘cause I see you’re sitting,” Carter said.Even Simon’s laugh was apathetic.“What the hell i... happening? Do you have any idea?” Simon asked.The man half-turned to look at Carter with his beautiful puppy eyes. Carter could feel his heart breaking a little.“No, none. But you’re the one working with Alex. What is he telling you?” Carter pointed out.Simon cast his eyes down in defeat.“He broke it off with me. No explanations, no nothing. He just told me that. "Maybe after she's through with classestomorrow you can go by and visit. Or have her visit here for dinner."The next morning I'd looked into Clarita's records and knew why she hadbeen placed in detention to begin with. At seven years old she had runoff from Curwen and CiCi's to break into her mother's prison in anattempt to free her. It was her actions after that that had kept her injuvenile detention. Nothing major, in fact most of the incidents wouldhave been overlooked by themselves.. He said, before your shower, shawty, you got to stretch out again. She smiled, hoping that was really code for fucking. Becuzz the sight of him standing there, all cut up and toned, made her super wet. He took her hand and guided her to the bed. He took her towel from her and laid her across the foot of the bed on her back. Naked, sweaty, and sore, she felt him run his fingers along her thighs, and then lift them, stretching them toward her. He gently pushed them back, further and more, toward. Kensington about to knock.Our eyes met as we laughed at our timing, and I noticed a hint of lilac perfume, now that we were standing only about a foot apart. Yes, there was that almost overpowering sexual tension already, and I could tell she felt it as well, watching her twist her long reddish brown hair as she moved to face me square on. I could only stand in disbelief at the incredibly gorgeous woman now standing in front of me, and like that nervous high school kid, I just stood there, in.