The warmth of the sun played over my skin, feeding into my lust.We started talking, about normal things at first; the k**s, plans for the rest of the ...eek and so forth. I enjoyed spending time with Mandy, she had that great outgoing personality that just drew you in. We talked for about ten minutes and I managed to keep my end of the conversation up in spite of the fact that she drove me to such distraction."Its sooooo hot today," she said while lightly wiping the moisture away that collected. .. and the Mercedez"A motley crew ofsociologically estranged talents, each struggling through that desparate period of personal transition towards adulthood"... ... would seem to be an apt catch-all phrase for myself and my peers at the time. Yet the reality was that we were just older-teens trying to find a balance within our 'new-found freedom'; our exploding sense of 'the injustices of the world'; our semi-conscious sense that we could 'shape the values of society'; our fervent dream to use. A wide, canary yellow belt spanned her narrow waist and, at her throat, an equally bright yellow necklace of oversized faux pearls spilled down her chest into the crevice of her cleavage. She reminded Aidan of the chandelier: beautiful, but in a manufactured way. ‘Well, fancy meeting you here,’ she drawled, propping one bracelet-laden hand on her cocked hip. Her gaze flicked to his camera, then back to his face. ‘Ah, the artiste at work, I assume?’ Aidan shrugged, giving her a noncommittal. She’s Ms. Independent and don’t need anyone’s help much less let anyone believe she does. She stares me in the eye real hard and says: “You better not hurt me muthafucker, or I’ll fuck you up!” As much as I’m not the S & M type much less want to inflict pain on any woman, I put on a ‘fuck you face’on and say: “Shut the fuck up for the millionth time and bend the fuck over damnit! Shit!” She begins to turn slowly around to her desk while rolling her eyes. Out of nowhere, she suddenly.