The guard was having trouble keeping stone faced and unemotional with what these girls were wearing; he couldn't believe they made a skirt so short an... can you really call it a top if it covers next to nothing on top? He tried to concentrate on his job but then he noticed the girl now taking the pictures pointing something out to one of the other two (these now had their backs against the gate and to him and his fellow guard); looking down at what her sister was pointing the girl nodded and. Your nipples are tight points of flame against his chest and you can feel the strength of his arousal under your thigh. Enough fucking subtlety, you think and you whisper huskily into his ear, “I’m ready.”He takes your mouth again with a fierce kiss, frightening in its intensity. “I’m not.” His mouth moves urgently against your neck.NOT READY? your mind screams, outraged. That thing’s hard enough to crack walnuts with, and he’s not ready? Your breathing is harsh and ragged as he pulls a. The girls dragged me to Star Nails and I sat through having a manicure. It wasn’t as unpleasant as I thought it would be. The manicurist got my nails trimmed and filed to a uniform length then massaged my hands. She was a middle-aged Vietnamese woman and I thought she was pretty cute. I balked at having my nails polished but Rachel said she thought it would look really good and it didn’t have to be shiny or a color. After she promised she’d remove it after our party if I didn’t like it, I. I think I'll continue to use your formal name, Mr. Janacone. My mother was a wonderful woman, and if she heard me call you by your first name, she'd have my head. We were taught to behave, and respect our elders. It's a hard habit to break, and one most grown up people appreciate."He hit my arm, laughed, and walked away.The first game of the Detroit series was on a Friday night. The stands were packed beyond belief. A guy in the radio show said the club sold four-thousand standing room only.