You can tell me how you’ve been…’ ‘No, thank you.’ She pulled her coat together and turned her back to him. ‘For gods sake, Jo! We were lo...ers…’ Joanne wasn’t sure how she looked, but she couldn’t deny her frustration any more. ‘Everything is not okay. How dare you act like it is.’ She swung the purse in an arc that made contact with his arm. Jeremy stood, stunned, with his hand where her purse had struck him. ‘Is that what you call it?’ Jeremy didn’t respond. She could see him thinking. The. It was the Spring Dance that changed all that for pretty little Amanda. She was like way past her 16th birthday when she was asked by Tyrone Johnson to the dance. The pretty dark brunette, with unusually large breasts for a schoolgirl in the junior class; did not hesitate for a second and agreed with the less than subdued immediate response of,"Yes, Yes, Yes!"The six foot Tyrone with the build of an interior lineman and long curly hair that actually looked a bit nicer than Amanda's smacked his. He saw her on the news. She was TOMISHA JACKSON. Leader of the new Saints of Saints Row. Tomisa was the most dangerous criminal in American. Derange, a nymphomaniac, sociopath with her own strict code of honor and a take no shit attitude. She looked beauty. A epiphany of a hot gangster bitch. Her hair was blond and lips thick and juicy. She had an athletic body and smooth skin that made her a perfect femme fatale.On her chest was a tattoo of a giant cross with rays of light coming out of it. A. Then passion began to win out as he began rolling my nipples between his thumb and fingers while gently pulling out at the same time. It was like he knew just what turned me on as he bent down to suck and lick my hard nipples, getting a deep moan of pleasure from me. The passion grew stronger as our tongues once again intertwined and as I thought about Jamies advice once again, I surrendered to him completely, causing my doubts and fears to melt away, consumed in the rising flames as a fiery.