I kissed him quickly and pushed myself up further to take off my white blouse, and as it revealed my chest and was caught on my arms, Wes pulled it of... and tossed it aside. As I regained awareness, Wes pressed himself against me in a long embrace, and I noticed his fumbling with the back of bra. I waited patiently for him to undo the clasp, and I drew designs on his back with my fingers. My patience wearing thin for him to be inside me, I reached behind myself and undid it for him, exposing. .. powerful personality.Terry started, “What the fuck, Sid? You don’t use the door anymore?”“Nah man, that went out ages ago,” Sid said dismissively, “I gotta catch you when you’re vulnerable, ya know? Sleuth-like.” He made a show of looking to both sides.Terry recovered and the friends embraced, “What are you doing here, dude?”“I’m gonna spend the Holiday with you guys! Ain’t it grand?”“Really?” Terry turned and sat on his disheveled bed,“Did you talk to my mom or something while I was up here. Her makeup was simple, some ruby red lipstick and a little mascara. She’d been blessed with great skin (though she’d hated the freckles as a kid), and her own personal style just didn’t like the idea of makeup. A little rose oil on her wrists which she then gently pressed against the pulse points on her neck, and she was done. She grabbed her going-out bag, small, black, sexy and equipped with the same lipstick and mascara, 40$, her license, keys, and a three-pack of trojans (a girl should. In a trouser-suited, all-business kind of way. Expensive haircut, fake tan, pearls and Cartier watch. The main photo the papers had printed showed a face that oozed arrogance and toughness in equal measure; blue eyes, black hair, chiselled cheekbones, firm stare. She worked at one of the big auction houses, selling antiques to rich people with more money than sense. Even now, she had an air about her, although the sharp clothes had been replaced by baggy sweats and her hair was greasy and.