Within minutes both our shirts were off, and Jarrett was kissing my nipples. Jarrett suddenly sat up. “I’m your boyfriend?”I looked Jarrett in t...e eye, “That's the part of my statement you’re questioning? I’m sitting here half naked in your bed and you’re questioning if you’re my boyfriend?”Jarrett stammered, “Well, I, uh.”“The answer is yes.” I said, kissing him again.“Yes, to I’m your boyfriend?” Jarrett asked confused.“That and I’ve fallen for you too. We don’t have to make love, we can just. ' wrong answer. The guy hit me so hard that I saw stars and blacked out for an instance. The three of them had taken hold of me and pulled me into the cemetery, I tried to struggle free and cry out for help. They all seemed to pummel me at the same time knocking the breath out of me and beating me down. They stopped and all spoke at once '...shut the fuck up..., don't make us hurt you bad..., bring your stupid ass on here...' I could barely stand less walk yet I stumbled along with them. "Yes, but that was going above and beyond the call of duty. I really owe you one," she said. "Well, you are important to the agency. We can’t have your pretty face getting beat up or have you hurt," I said. I turned my head to her as I said this, and her hazel eyes were looking deeply into mine. Her hair had been tied back in a ponytail, but now she let it free and fall to her shoulders. It was a rich brown colour, and framed her face so elegantly. Seeing her in person, her Midwestern roots and. “What sort of panties have you got on?” I asked, in true youth style. I couldn’t see or even feel any under her tight, short skirt.“Not saying,” she teased, wiggling her hips between my hands. I went and put some music on, closed the curtains and came back to her. With my hands back on her hips we began to dance.“I can’t feel any panties...” I pursued the subject.“You’re not suggesting a girl like me would come to a party without any panties on?” she fluttered her eyelashes up at me. This was.