‘I need to shave,’ he thought. Shaving seemed like rock climbing to Jeremy. It just seemed like more effort than it was worth. Hands touching rock... groping to find purchase, seeking a firm footing. There was so much area to cover and so much detail, and for what? A sense of accomplishment? ‘Rock climbing and shaving are solitary sports,’ he thought. Something we do in private to make us feel better in public. Shaving was a chore he hated. Yet his mother would be unhappy if he didn’t shave.. Stretched out on my lawn chair I was reading my favorite trashy romance novel and enjoying the warmth of the day. Things were starting to heat up between the characters in the book and it brought about flashbacks to my escapade with Adam in the park.Feeling aroused and liberated, I removed my bikini top. I slowly caressed my bare, mango sized breasts as I read. Soon the words on the page wouldn’t process. All my brain could think about was Adam. His icy eyes, his broad shoulders, those adept. "What now?" I asked."Well," he said, "I know what you're thinking. Is this permanent or do I just get to play and turn back? Sorry, it's for life." You didn't say that!" I didn't not say that. So, some things you need to know. Your name is Tiffany and you're seventeen years old. You 'borrowed' the car from your new pimp. He knows where it is because of the tracker in the engine. He'll be here any moment so you can meet him."Just so you know something about your boss, he's a bit possessive and. “What is your name and age, young man?” Mark jotted notes down on a pad of paper. They were seated at a rectangular aluminum table. Mark and Donna sat next to each other, a member of the school’s basketball team occupied a chair on the other side of the table. “Chris Sumner and I’m eighteen.” Chris didn’t bother looking at Mark. His interest was fixed on Donna. She was pretty with her red hair twisted behind her head and the sprinkling of freckles on her upturned nose and cheeks. “And you’re.