He was cute, very much worth a second look, and he knew it. He was younger than she was, by a few years.Eye candy, to be sure, and he worked it to his...favor. They'd flirted back and forth for months-silly, casual, regular-customer/waiter-earning-tips flirting, until the middle of last quarter when he arrived at the school to pick one of her students and she realized that he was the girl's way-too-young step-father. It put a damper on the Friday night playfulness, but he still smiled and winked. "Probably not, no." she admitted, lifing a book from the pile. "This is what's going on." What is it?" It's..." she trailed off in a mumble, and Hope grabbed the book from her, tossing it across to him."Body Optimise?" he flipped a few pages open, reading recipes and food-lists."It's a diet." Shawna finally muttered, the grin long-gone."Right..." he closed the book, looking confused. "So... that still doesn't explain what was going on when I came in, and now I don't understand why you're upset. "I know it all. Ican do the bird part if you can do the writing part." He got out hisjournals. When he opened them, I realized that they were a complexcombination of writing and hieroglyphs. Ari had created a written languageal his own."Let me make a deal with you." I said."I'll let you suck my cock any time you want too?" He suggested a bituneasily."In case you hadn't noticed, I do that anyway." I said laughing. "No, if Iwrite it down, you learn how to write it with me. A deal?" It's a deal!". Her breasts were still full and firm. Admittedly, they were a little lower than they were the first time Anne had taken her, up against the wall in the bathroom of Catch-22, the now defunct lesbian dance club. It was six years ago today, in fact. Halloween. Anne had been pursuing her for weeks, but Renae had held off. She was fresh out of another relationship, and she was dead set against getting involved in another one. Anne was gorgeous and charming. She was older than Renae and wiser. She.