" From that I spawned the urge and thought of every fantasy. I could check off my list. So I called her out of no where. Mind you I had worked already...sweat dripped from my face as I drove home, and as I was calling I never heard the dial tone because of how quick she came to answer. She replied first with "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!!!!" As I replied with "are you serious about your apology? Real serious?" Then she said "yes" sobbing, and coughing over the phone "I'm so sorry" so my fantasy. My cock is fit to explode through my cutoffs; the outline of it is clearly visible. The sounds we make as we kiss have ceased to resemble human speech; they're something more primitive, something that calls to the blood rather than the intellect. You press your body tight against mine, our legs intertwining. I draw my lips along your throat, licking slowly; your head goes back, giving me freer access. One hand draws lightly down your back, coming to rest at the waistband of your shorts. Your. " She exhaled and gritted her teeth. She had decided and then reconsidered and decided again late last night. She clamped her jaws closed."It's beautiful an' you always keeps it clean." It's a pain, an unnecessary pain, a lot of trouble, and besides it makes me look foolish. Everybody stares at my red head. It blows in my face when I'm riding, gets in my food. Cut it off." Wish you'd get somebuddy else t'do this." She scowled at the young woman that legally owned her, snapping her heavy shears. It's only fair after you cooked."He smiled and nodded, bringing their plates to the sink before grabbing a cloth.He stood over her, towering over her small frame and trapping her against the wall. "What happened to platonic?" she asked, and he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "How can I keep things platonic when you're so fucking perfect for me Harry."She blushed. No-one had ever called her perfect before. "I'm not perfect you know. You'd be disappointed if you got to know me. I don't even.