She'd known from the morning he'd stepped acrossThe Shop's tiled threshold five years ago. Even then, she'd knowneverything about him, known him bette... than his own Mother. Every hair,every pore, every flickering eyelash. The Tarot had told her, whisperedhis story through her gliding fingertips, slowly disrobing his fragilesoul until he was left naked and shivering in the night."You already know what I want," he said, his voice wavering on theverge of tears."Yes." Her tone was calm,. I've already failed my confidentiality duty. I have nothing to gain by harming you," the man replied."Good!" As the man sat up awkwardly, Dex saw a few scratches on his face and neck from the branches, but his eyes appeared unharmed as he stared hard at Dex. "I'm Dex Madison. I live here with my Aunt and Uncle. Jenny is engaged to marry my cousin Chris Ferguson." I'm Carl Plonske. This has to be the low point of my career. I'm working for a scumbag client because I need the money, and I get. "I like when you look at me. I like what it does to you."George immediately felt his jeans tighten even more. 'What it does to me indeed!' he thought. "But not Jeff?" he asked with a smile."I didn't know Jeff and had no intention of showing off to a complete stranger," Jennie replied archly. "And now that I know he is dating my little sister, I'd cut his balls of if he checked me out instead of her!"George laughed out loud, as did Jennie. It was like all formal barriers between them had. She felt his fingers slowly run through her hair, and she looked back at him with a sparkle in her eye, seeing his eyes lustfully take in her partly revealed figure. Smirking softly, she unravelled her arm from his, and he slowly withdrew his fingers from her smooth, hazelnut hair. They were both still nude from their previous encounter, and both admired the fact. The male was slightly surprised, as he felt the female slowly guided her body against his, the brush of her nude breast against.