The indent of her navel, the pert, round buttocks and the two dimples at the base of her back. The broad shoulders and graceful neck, the shell-like e...rs and fine jaw, cheekbones, and nose. Long, sweeping brown eyelashes and blue, doe-like eyes. She was the picture of innocent girlhood. It was a pity she had fallen in with these predators of men.Cherie heard a growl from Diablo's direction and she turned. The dog was shifting nervously from foot to foot, his tongue hanging out as he panted. Classic. Timeless. Enduring. Features that have been desirable for generations. Her hair spills onto the pillow and frames her in a way that photographers spend hours trying to duplicate. The tensions of the day have faded from her face.He studies her mouth for the ten thousandth time. The mouth that kisses him good morning on the shoulder while he shaves. The mouth that bids him farewell as they part ways for the day. The mouth that greets him when the day's work is done. The mouth. "No. She is not prettier than you are. To me you are sexier and prettier." Vanessa smiles and says " I want to tell you a secret." She stands up and walks over to me and whispers in my ear. "I am horny!" I am torn between fucking her and letting her sober her up first. Then I rationalize to myself "She fucked me sober last week, and she was about to fuck me again earlier. So it is okay!" I say to myself. I stand up. Place my arms around her and pick her up and carry her to the bedroom.I. I said nothing as they left the office and he closed the door behind them.Scared her?What the fuck, Mike? Seriously, what the flying fuck are you doing here?***The fallen snow swirled and swooped as a stiff breeze blew through the canyons of the concrete jungle which echoed to the sounds of traffic on the move during the rush hour. The last working week before Christmas had passed and the sense of release that Friday evening brought could be felt through the whole city as people made their way.