'Cause you're quite a hottie. You know that, right?"Becky emitted a short, soft giggle that radiated femininity. "Thanks! You're not so bad yourself,"...she remarked slyly.I slid over next to her, and we lapsed back into silence for a few long moments. Our bodies glanced together in a soft touch, with mine at an angle to hers. I cocked my head and looked at her, trying to figure out just what in the hell I would do next.Just like every other business out there in corporate America, our company. Gesturing toward the empty store, Claire said, “Help yourselves to everything. The fitting room is right behind you. Yell if you need any help.” With that, she leaned over the counter to examine some paperwork, and Gina and Olivia resumed browsing.Years later, Olivia would be surprised to read this very scenario in several erotic stories. At this time she didn’t know that it was almost a cliche – she felt very awake and excited, aware of all the possibilities in play as she and Gina made. "Um, I don't smoke, but thanks." "That's okay, Toya, this is not a cigarette. Take it." I took it and noticed the end was rolled up differently. Philip motioned to me to stick it into my mouth and with much reluctance, I did. He lit it for me and I took a hit and started coughing like crazy. I tried again and coughed and choked again. "Not like that, stupid, you're wasting it. Take a deep inhale and then hold your breath." I tried again and was a bit better and then suddenly I was feeling dizzy. "That's enough boys. Just stand easy," a voice from behind Dillon said. He didn't turn his head, keeping his attention on Knox."Jim slowly pull your gun and put it on the table," the voice ordered. When Knox complied the voice added, "Now you Mister, put yours on the table too."Dillon hesitated, knowing that the man behind him probably had a gun trained on him. "I'd like to know who's giving the orders before I comply," Dillon said without emotion.The man walked to the side where Dillon could.