. You feel my shudders. My helplessness... I grab for some tissue but none is close by... you walk over and get me some... handing me a handful watchi...g me. I feel you brush my hair from the side of my neck... I look at you and step away... trying to gain control but with a step the fine powder poofs up again and I am again sent into a fit of sneezing... almost bending over with the force of them. Something snaps in you... Your hands are on me... pulling me across to you your lips on my neck.... ......................................................Kara walked in to the dimly lit bar, and ordered a vodka rocks. Sitting on the tall leather bar stool Kara looked around the room and sucked her drink down way to fast.Three drinks later she was on the dance floor, swaying her hips to the music, telling man after man to fuck off as they came up to her.She knew when Jason has entered the room, she could feel the air change, and as instructed..she kept right on dancing.She knew when he walked. They oversaw the convent that hired me. And the women who worked at St. Bart’s were not the kind of women most people were accustomed to dealing with. Most would say nuns had no interest in men. I found it to be true in a general sense. But like most women, they were interested in what I had between my legs. From what I had been learning in a psychology course I was taking at Hopkins my male pheromones combined in a mystical fashion that paired well with most women’s.“It’s not BS Sam, your. Ray paid the cover charges and followed Marta in, noting her animated greetings to several of the dark-clad figures in the crowd. He felt distinctly out of place, and was glad of the occasional squeeze of Marta's hand on his. He followed her lead in getting a club soda at the bar, and they wandered through the close-packed space until Marta found an empty booth, urging Ray to scoot in first. He took a long swallow from his drink, and finally found his own voice. "You said friends of yours --.