Moving my hands to your chest, I stroke them across you pecks, I am getting aroused at the feeling of your magnificent strength beneath my fingertips....I have only one need in mind and it is constrained against your shorts right now. What I wouldn’t give to take off my tank top, straddle your erection and press my hard nipples into your mouth. Trailing my hands down over your chest and abs, I pause to tease along the ridge of your waist band. I can’t wait to have you exposed and on full display. Over time, we came to know Cartwheel better. He talked to us sometimes. Jimmy finally worked up the courage to ask him what being a hippie was like. That made him laugh. He told us about love and peace and politics, foreign concepts for us. He would greet us by name, which only aggravated the girls who were, for the most part, too shy around him to do much more than look at him from across the pool and giggle to each other. Sometimes, Cartwheel would ask us about ourselves. Things like how we. Then he noticed that the guards wereaiming their crossbows at him."What's going on?" Quinn gasped in surprise at their reaction.Chiandra just scowled for the first time since Quinn had met her somehours earlier. "Stay here," she told him firmly, "I'll deal with this."And with that Chiandra rode ahead, stopping just a short distance fromthe now closed gate."Stand back!" one man dressed in brown leathers called from the top ofthe wall, "We will deal with this monster."Quinn just stared at him in. Clarissa was a virgin, by choice. She had gotten close with Ronny Denbrough once, she had let him take her shirt off while they made out on the couch in his basement, but she hadn’t allowed him any farther. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have sex, it was just that she was waiting for the right person to come along, and Ronny just wasn’t that person. They had never spoken to each other, despite all the years they’d been in school together. They’d been in the same class since middle school,.