The fire that started when she brushed against Spencer’s hard cock on the deck was too much for her, she couldn’t wait until she got back to the d...rm. She faked the need to use the bathroom so she could relieve the pressure before she did something with Tim. He was a great guy and all, but not her type. Bethenny saw a crack of light up ahead in a partially opened door and walked toward it. What Bethenny saw was not a bathroom though. She was staring right into Spencer’s bedroom. She saw him,. "God DAMN it Bill, I am NOT drunk. I may have let the alcohol put me to sleep, but I am not drunk so leave me to fuck alone. LET ME WAKE UP." I was still clearing the cobwebs and sorting my dream from the reality of being on a porch in Baltimore Maryland."Fuck you, I'm going inside. Make a fool of yourself, I don't care." Bill said stomping inside the outer door.I expected to look around and see people on the street staring at me, or my pants wet or something. I looked at myself and my clothes. ... I trembled deliciously.I smiled to myself, look what had happened to me in just two!Chapter 3The apartment was on the third and top floor, over some kind of store and offices, and the soldier opened the door of the private entrance on the street and I followed him up several flights of stairs, to the top floor landing. There he pressed an unobtrusive button, and I heard the usual soft chimes, muffled inside, but nothing happened, so he put in the key and opened the door, called out his. I took a sip of my coffee. It was hot, so I put it down again. In doing so I realised that I had shifted a little in my chair and that Mark could now see directly up my chemise. I kept my legs together. There was a definite tension between us which couldn’t be ignored. Mark spoke first. “Damn it, Shazz,” he said, “do you realise how sexy you look sitting there, wearing that?” I was a little taken a back by Mark’s directness. I could feel the blush in my cheeks. I wasn’t sure what to say. In the.