"Something that would complement your figure better?" My bikini will do that," she said, frowning slightly.I heard the danger sound again. "Got it," I...said.She left the den and I fiddled with the sheet that I had hung up as a backdrop. I rearranged the extra lighting. I had made my own hair light and it was working well. She had the perfect hair for it, that shiny reddish brown hair that a hair light gives golden tints to.When she came back into the room, I just stood there, shocked.We have a. Stacy got hers out first, and then she looked around her, and seeing no one but her friend within hearing distance, she announced to her friend, “You wouldn’t believe what happened yesterday.”Emily closed her locker door and turned to her friend. She immediately saw the twinkle in Stacy’s eye, and also the smug smile on her face. From her looks, she knew Stacy had a nice juicy story to tell. With an eager curiosity she replied back eagerly, “Well tell me. What happened?”“I caught my little. So I dropped little hints to him, to build up his confidence. A welcome to the school here, a smile there, asking how he liked his classes. All letting him know that, no, I was not some creature that needed to be put on a pedestal.On Wednesday I gave him my phone number. “Just in case you need help with catching up in a class or anything.”It didn’t come as a great surprise when he called that evening. After some mindless chit-chat and some (very adorable) stuttering, he managed to ask if I’d. Reluctantly, Mark released his lips from hers and held his forehead on her shoulder while he caught his breath. Still without saying a word, Mark stood up and held out his hands to help Trisha up. Once she was on her feet, Mark scooped her up, as he had done when she was hurt. Trisha wrapped her arms willingly around Mark's neck and began to snuggle against him while he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom.Once there, Mark had to restrain himself from throwing Trisha on the bed and taking.