’… As the words come out of my mouth I am disappointed with myself… I wanted to be the siren, the seducer here… I wanted to demand he ravage m...… tell him I wanted to suck his cock right then and there, demand he remove his pants… something sexy like that. Instead I said good night and wished him good dreams. Similar things had happened before when we had been alone and I just couldn’t bring myself to make the move I wanted too. I knew he would reciprocate… at least I was pretty sure he would…. Before she poured the wine, she took from herpurse an aphrodisiac inducing drug and poured it intoone of the glasses. Then in went the wine, which shestirred with her manicured little finger. It was a warm fall afternoon. She handed me the taintedglass and sat down next to me. For the next hour or so,we seemed to re-establish our friendship. She was aswarm and wonderful as I remembered. And as she spokeand we drank I couldn’t help noticing how pretty shewas. Mind you, I’m as. “I thought I’d own this town by the time I was 25. Instead, I’m a go-fer. I barely make enough money to pay my rent, my student loans and eat. Then you come strolling up – a guy who owns a studio at 19 years old!”“My family trust owns the studio,” Phil corrected. “I’m just the trustee appointed to run things. Look, a year ago, I was just a college kid who didn’t know his ass from his elbow. Sure, my family owns a ton of stuff – and they’ve given some of it to me. To be honest, outside of mowing. "You have no idea." True. But that?s not my speciality. All I can see is the shit you?rein, not the cause. And I know somebody who can help."I stared a moment. Then a moment more. "Really?"She nodded. "Oh yes, gold-plated really. I wondered as soon as I sawyou sitting here, then Mr Fucking Castration Waiting to Happen camealong and the plump nurse I?d seen with the woe begotten aura was goneand Miss Butter Wouldn?t Melt was fluttering her eyelashes at the dirtybastard."My cheeks went hot, a.