Alexandria Vasiliev then walked towards Ruslan. His mouth dropped open as he watched her stride in her short pinstripe skirt and black glossy heels to...ards his table. It wasn’t the sort of attire that he, or anyone else for that matter, had ever seen her wear. It was topped with a white blouse; sporting a deep V-shaped neckline and open at the neck with the first button undone. Ruslan couldn’t help but notice her red lipstick, red finger nails and hair as she sat opposite him. Her hair looked. ”“You implied that I could have more if I wanted!” I protested.“I was TEASING! The kiss on the cheek was shocking enough. But on the lips? That just blows me away.”“There’s more to this. What else did you tell her?”Jeri didn’t answer, and I gave her a hard look. She looked down before answering me.“She knows we were together,” Jeri said quietly.“And just how the heck does she know THAT?”“She figured it out from things I said back when it happened. She was one of the few girls there I could talk. ”“Oh, I see,” I responded, not having a clue but intrigued about my developing role.“Before I release you from these ties, are you willing to do anything I ask of you?”“No, not completely, there are some things I’m not comfortable with.”“Oh, and what are they?” she asked, protruding her bottom lip in a disappointed spoilt bratty way whilst gently caressing my inner thigh. I shivered to her touch, my body just melts in submission when she touches me there. I was aching for her hand to move. I wonder if she feels protected at all having me close by. We’ve only talked a few times, because I mostly keep to myself. But our conversations have been light, friendly, so far. I figure Edwin probably told her about me, because she’s never asked. I open the door to my trailer and turn off the light. There’s a slightly musty smell that hits me, but it’s one I’ve gotten used to. The trailer is old, but it’s clean and everything works. One time Edwin told me that if he’d known that his daughter.