He began to drag the soft fabric up her thighs. He knew what jewel was waiting for him. He raised the satin fabric up to her stomach and took in an ex...ited breath!! The soft moonlight had cascaded enough light into the room that he could see the white lace panties covering her mound. He had to touch the lace. He let his index finger touch the lace, caressing his finger very slowly over the see-thru fabric. He loved lace, he always had. He loved the temptation he was entering now. Was she. She looked to him with deep green eyes that looked as if they were taking his every action in so she could process them and figure out who and what he was. Next she unhooked the clasp of his pants and pulled the zipper down. "You want me to blow you?"He shook his head again.Again she cracked a slight smile. "However you want it. It's your money."She pulled his pants down, then kneeling in the small space between them she worked his underwear down. She made a pleased sounding noise in her throat. You can use as much slang, idiom and dialogue as you want. This essay will be graded on originality and its ability to hold the interest of the reader. Are there any questions?"I held up my hand."Yes, Sean." Does it have to be true or can we create something?" Well, I'd like it to have at least an element of truth in it but you're free to spice it up in the interest of interest. I don't intend to challenge your honesty but try not to get too carried away. Are there any other questions? No? OK,. “Can I help you?”“After everything you’ve been through, you’re out here again.”Steeling my mind from remembering, I shrugged. “Don’t tell me Edison’s on your way home.”“Tonight it is.” Something softened in his expression, followed by a lift in his lip. Smile, apology, wince? I looked at him harder. Tried to see into his eyes, read his truth. A car passed and I straightened. “I’m not testifying.”“I don’t care.” “Since when?”“Since he killed a woman who fought back as hard as you did. .