.. I think. " She said laying her head back against the seat staring straight ahead. As though she were lost deep in thought. Carlos looked at her thr...ugh the rearview mirror then turned around."You're worried? Why?" I never really dated someone like that. Well it's not really a date... I think it's the one night thing." Have you talked to him about it Madam." Carlos said on purpose."It's not a "him" Carlos it's a "her" and no I have not. I'm not worried about the whole affair. I just never. Jenny's shoes were a dark brown high heel leather boot that zipped up the sides. You could not tell that they stopped just below her knees because the boot-cut jeans flared out enough to conceal the boots.Jenny picked up her tiny laptop and headed down the street to the local coffee shop. Valentine Road, which ran along the edge of Roanoke Parkway, let to the 39th Street corridor, which was a little like Beale Street in Memphis. The shops had been converted from brick and stone warehouses well. The kobold tried to dodge, but was still hit on its side. It was wearing a leather tunic of some kind, and Vennoa’s slash cut it loose. Vennoa could make out some scaly and black on the shoulder of the kobold.The kobold counterattacked, but Vennoa was ready this time. She was not a stranger to dagger fights, not after surviving on the streets as long as she had. She easily stepped to the side, and pulled the kobold in the direction of its swing. At the same time, she swung her dagger down and. ‘Oh my god, you are such a pig,” Kyla laughed and looked around us as if there might be someone lurking around. It was just the two of us and in a momentary loss of her senses she relented and began slowly tugging her halter-top down in order to release her lovely orbs. “Are you sure no one is home?’ she paused and looked me hard in the eyes.Her eyes met nothing as my eyes and mind were locked in on her perky chest. Kyla was a walking wet dream. Her young body had matured well ahead of Melanie.