Not dulled by the chemical-impregnated glop that people nowadays called food. His interest was instantly aroused. It had been ages since his territory...had been violated and he was actually looking forward to asserting his claim to it.After the eight heartbeats appeared, the air suddenly changed, becoming charged and closed in. The moon light shining in the windows vanished, replaced by a grey barrier spell of some type. Tensing up, ready for anything, he watched for the source of the new. As we danced I starting telling her about a Black man that I had met that might be interested in fulfilling her fantasy. At the very mention of that she pushed her crotch into mine and kissed me. I told her a little about him and she was intrigued. As we sat down at the table she grabbed my cock and asked where her gift was. I told I was embarrassed because I had left it at the house. She looked a little disappointed. I mentioned that I had reservations at a hotel and we need to get there soon. It was all I could do not to laugh as she stood only inches away from me and started talking to herself."Where the hell are you?" she asked. She checked my call log and saw that I hadn't gotten any of today's messages yet, and then she turned and left my dorm.Soon after that the phone rang again. It was a strange area code so I knew it was from out of our area. I tentatively picked it up."So are you depressed and heartbroken?" asked a very musical voice."Nope," I said. "A very wise and. There was another fanfare then Miss Mitzy appeared. She was wearing a long skirt split to the hip each side and had nice legs. On top she wore a brief black halter and a little bolero jacket. On cue the music system started playing Ravel’s Bolero. Em groaned. She had once liked the piece but Bo Derek’s scripted orgasm had ruined it in that movie “10” and it had since become everyone’s idea of how to score a sexual event. Tom looked at her and laughed. “Yes,” he said. “They’ve really ruined.