Just broke dreams in Oakland streets,Kids acting adults and adults acting kids,Forgetting and forgottenUnsure of who and shaky,Shaky with the what.Fri...htened of the when.Just drugged deliriumin a bubble of graffiti'd ignorance,Failed attempts to just Be Like Mike!So here I am, there I am. Andy Warhol’s 100 Cans, a repetitious grid of ten by ten: yellow on red on white on why the fuck can’t I break free from these rusting cans… this nightmare prison of tin on paper. Here I am, and there I go,. .." as she spoke she lightly ran her fingertips over his chest and up to cup his face in one hand, "take a little walk back to the bedroom, and let me show you that I'm more than just a pretty face."This body was made for loving Rick and I want to show you just how hot it is!"Kiana took him by the hand and led the stunned Rick back to the master bedroom in silence. As soon as they got in the bedroom she shut the door behind them and led him over to the side of their California king bed. It was. He did not know what it was. So I sent him some pictures of our bollywood heroines. He immediately liked it and asked me to wear it for the night. I said ok. But he was not ready to leave me just yet. He asked me to dress up on cam. I said ok and wore all girly cloths.He made me pose in different positions and asked me to change many cloths and try everything that I had. I got to know how much he likes watching me in girly dress. He asked if I had stockings. I said no and he asked if I could. You got a cute bod' there." You too. Wanna come and see more of it?" His eyes sort of lit up and he looked around, maybe to see if he was being set up."Sure, babe. When and where?" Get in." I said, nodding my head at the passenger door. He laughed and went around, jumping inside. The car rocked under his weight. I was wearing jeans, a checked blue shirt and a jacket, but from the way he was looking at me you would have thought I was naked.I stepped on the gas and drove out onto the street,.