"I don't know what I want to do. I mean, there are so many things that I'm interested in. Have you declared your major? What year are you in? You don'... look any older than us!" I'm a sophomore, and I have declared my major for Aerospace Engineering," Ryan answered with a grin. "It's a field that will be my best chance to get into space." Watch out Kim," Flan warned. "My little brother is a space nut. If you let him chose a subject, he'll be talking about space until you go to sleep." I'm not. There had always been times when she would look at me with her deep, dark eyes and smile at me in an extra special way with her sweet, soft mouth that made me think there could possibly be more than just a friendship. My husband had never really thought about a sexual encounter with her, he'd known her since they were k**s and she was kinda like a family member to him, but I told him how attracted I was to her so he left me go with my fantasies. It wasn't until several years later that things. “So you said you have a better way to drink this,” she says, shifting the shooter glasses in front of you both. Your hand takes hers and tingles explode across her skin, causing her to inhale sharply and look up to see if you felt it too. From the expression on your face, she’d say you did. You pick up the salt shaker and turn her hand sideways. You“It’s almost exactly the same,” you say. “Only you exchange hands.”“Exchange hands?” she asks hesitantly. You keep your eyes on hers, tilt your. “Of course I can,” the scantily-clad dude retorted. “Hi! I’m Shane! What’s yours?”“Dat’s wassup. I’m Jay.”“Good to meet you!”“Yeah. Dis my nigga Cee and my nigga Polo.”“Cool, Have a great night, gentlemen!”“Damn! You rude,” Polo declared. “My bad. I’m just in a rush.”“Where you gotta be,” inquired Cee.“Just going to my room.” “Yo nigga comin’ ovah or sum,” asked Polo.“No I’m alone.”“What yo room is,” Jay quizzed.“Why do you…”Suddenly Shane had been slapped across the face by one of the thugs.