“I bet you are a very wet girl aren’t you Laura?” Laura offered no resistance and just stared as if she was in a trance at the large dark brown...hand that was slowly pushing the hem of her dress up her thighs. Between her legs, the hand ventured higher and higher, pushing back the clothing and exposing her. When it reached the tops of her stockings she gasped as flesh made contact with flesh; his dark brown flesh and her white flesh. She should have clasped her legs together tightly; she should. She was only trying to help me."The bright red light left his eyes.Now that he was rational again, he knew that he was through with both of them.He could have killed them easy, but that would have branded him an outlaw and he'd never be able to return to this kingdom or be able to face Andrea's family again.Her family always made him feel welcomed and they trusted him. And they placed their trust in him to protect their daughter. And killing her would be a deep betrayal of that trust. She may. It may be snobbish but I had always found these neighbours rather common. Betty Rico had three kids, I gathered that she got financial support from some man but he never appeared so I presume he was married (tut tut). It is not that they were bad people as such, but they were loud and vulgar. Currently, they all sported glorious tans having just returned from a fortnight in Grancanaria (during term time — tut tut again). The two boys were notorious tearaways and their elder sister, Kylie,. “Yeah, and everyone thought it wasn’t going to work. Little did they know about the little arrangement we have made prior to you moving in.” Kissing me, Jayson says, “I’m going to get us something cold to drink. I’ll be back.” As Jayson got us drinks, I took a drag from the cigarette and basked in the after-sex glow of what transpired last night, and what led up to this moment. It had to have started when I put an ad in the neighborhood magazine. Out of all of the emails I received, I came.