Her nipples are hard pebbles under her bra and barely buttoned blouse. Her eyes are glazed. She would be a wet dream of a fantasy to any stranger who ...ight be looking at her. He scans the room, sees a young man, much younger than the two of them, transfixed by her. He wonders how long this man has been watching her. It occurs to him to tell her she is being watched, by someone besides him. He does not.Further, pet.I am tracing my finger along the bare skin above my stockings. I am taking an. Still, I was conscious of a sense of arousal, of a growing dampness between my legs. I never felt that except late at night, in my bed, looking at ‘Leo’s’ gorgeous pictures in YM or People. Why the hell was I feeling it now? Oh Mary, Mother of Grace . . . . ”Nothing?” quipped the Hispanic guy. My eyes danced for a moment to the tall blonde, who looked me over the way a scientist inspects his latest lab specimen. He smiled thinly, licking his lips. ‘W-well—’ ‘I bet Mr. Jackson could give you. .. And I NEVER bring it home with me!Oh NO? What do you call last night at the pool?Hey, she came to ME, I didn't go looking for HER! And that was just a spur of the moment thing.Well... You don't really seem like you have a whole lot to show for your efforts.What? You mean like "stuff"? Stuff isn't what makes life fun. It's GETTING IT that's the FUN part! Anyhow, you don't see me out here panhandling, do ya?No...Hey! See that guy over there?Yeah, what about him?I've never seen that guy before. Nearly in tears, she looked back after turning toward the sound of something whooshing through the air behind her, only to see someone in front of her.She screamed and slammed almost full force into the man who had stepped into her path. She immediately jumped back and defensively held her hands in front of her.“Whoa there. Are you okay?” the man asked.“I ... I...” Kara stammered as she panted for breath.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Is someone following you?” he asked while staring into.