She paid no mind to the two friends flanking her, just checking me out surreptitiously, trying not to expose her obvious vulnerability for wanting me,...needing me. I threw whatever smidge of trepidation out the window and made a swift b-line to my prey. When I was within yards of her I was suddenly cast aside by a large, tall somebody who stopped right in between me and my conquest. First I thought it was a bouncer busting the gurl on a fake ID, but she wasn't that young! Then I realised that. She was of medium height and had shoulder length black hairwith just an occasional hint of grey. Her face was heavily, thoughstylishly, made up. But without doubt, her most remarkable featurewere her steely grey eyes, which seemed to see right through you.And once she locked on to you, there seemed to be no way to lookaway until she allowed it. She was also dressed in black, though inher case the dress, while low cut was quite short. Too short forsomeone of her years, in Brad's opinion, though. You want to say that you missed her, and couldn't wait to see her again. That you love her, and want to feel her in your arms again. But deep down, you know what she most wants to hear at the moment. "I have it," you say simply, walking further into the cell. With a little squeal of pleasure, Cobie bounces up from the small prison bed, and meets you halfway. You pull the packet out of your pocket, and have just barely started to hold it out to her when you feel her mouth on top of yours, even. Clubs? No, there were a few in the city next to me, but I wasn’t old enough to drink, and I’ve always been clumsy with my feet. Besides drinking and dancing, I had no idea what people did at clubs. I had never been to one. I was from a small town of Lometa in Texas with a small population of around three-hundred. Now, I was in a much larger town, and the population was around three-thousand, but it still seemed like there weren’t many places for a person to meet people. I became slightly.