My first stop was the Motel 6 where Alejandra was staying. I parked and made my way to the upper floor. I knocked firmly on the door. It was early,...and I figured she was still asleep.After a few moments, the door cracked open. When Alejandra saw me, she yanked the door chain from the latch and opened the door. She still looked sleepy, her curls were a mess, but she was smiling. She grasped the front of my shirt and pulled me in, slamming the door behind me. Then she stopped, somewhat. The hem rode up along her thigh as she shifted back and forth while we talked. Her hand lay against bare skin above the knee. I thought about what I’d do if it were my hand, how I’d push it up higher, maybe against some damp hair, maybe there weren’t any panties covering that hair, maybe there wasn’t any hair around that lovely opening. I imagined the folds of skin being even and short as it surrounded that beautiful pink part hiding inside. ‘How’s the book coming?’ Mike asked shocking me from. She declined, he said maybe later with a sly smile, and she sadly left the room. She went back downstairs and got a drink, then headed down to the basement where some guys were playing a video game, and a few other people were sitting around the room. She sat on the couch on one of the few spaces left to sit. She noticed the guy she sat next to was smoking something. She asked him what it was, and he told her it was weed. Feeling dejected and depressed about Greg, she asked if she could have. ”“I don’t know if your serious or not, but I think lunch is a good idea.” When she saw my ‘poopy lip’, she laughed. “You were kidding weren’t you?”“You’ll never know now; you ruined my fun. I must say, with no crudeness meant, that you have a very spankable posterior. I don’t want you to leave, but I enjoy it when you walk away.”That earned me a huge smile and swat on the arm.I looked at her and got a brilliant idea (My ego thought it was brilliant anyway.) “What does your book library look.