I had never been an escort before, and not asked for cash. However Mr 80s Handsome had something about him. Deep eyes, that slim mature face, and the ...ay his loose hawaiian shirt hung off his body, over his sexy and tight jeans. I could almost smell his manly scent, and the thought of him naked made me hot.So, I accepted.We made our way out of the cruise lounge, and entered the daylight outside. I was nervous as hell, but excited as to where this would go.He led me to his car, and we drove down. We’re in North Apartments, B-6.”I shook my head. “I can’t, Hannah. I can’t just ambush Riley like that. It’s creepy.”“It’s not creepy, Mark. I live there too, and I’m inviting you. We’re friends, aren’t we?”“Well, yeah.”“So there you go. And I know Missy and Parker would love to see you again, too. Come to our party tonight, friend,” she said, before turning and walking away. I knew there was an extra wiggle in her walk just for me, and I couldn’t help staring at her ass as she departed. She. Whitney explained that she was just frustrated that she did not have anyone to talk to because her boyfriend was always gone, and she wasn’t a nympho, but it had been way too long since the last time she had had sex. Leighann sympathized with her friend and began thinking of how beautiful her friend’s lips were, how silky smooth her skin was. Leighann smiled and said, “You need to get a friend for when your husband is not available.” “Yeah, maybe I should find some girlfriends to hang out. I am writing to you because it has finally happened. I seem to have lost control of my characters, and they have gone on their own way, as they have threatened to do for awhile now. No one could be more surprised by this turn of events than I am. It seems that Sara and her band of companions have finally run off the tracks of my imagination and have taken on a life of their own. I wonder sometimes if this happens to other authors (if you have an informed opinion I would greatly appreciate.