His body towered right above mine and he was standing so close that I could feel his bodyheat. My heart was pounding so fast that I felt my chest goin... up and down in excitement. “You’re attracted to me, aren’t you?” he asked in a soft, warm voice. I swallowed and looked directly into his eyes. “What do you want me to do to you?...Do you want me to tear off your boyfriend’s shirt?...Do you want me to touch and kiss you all over?” With the back of his hand he stroked my cheek, going down to my. A bra wouldn’t be necessary, so I picked out a black thong and slid it up over my hips. The promises I kept making to myself seemed valid at the time. We would go no farther than kissing, and probably not even that, the point was to catch up on two years of lost friendship. Even I knew that most of what I continued to tell myself was bullshit. Through the entire eight years of knowing each other, we’d never been capable of carrying on one conversation without sex being brought up once.. I have absolutely no idea how he does it, and he can’t tell me, but if I teach him the underlying principles he can extrapolate tremendously from there to the implied specifics. He was particularly interested in the rarity/value correlation, and we got pretty far down the road that way.As soon as we’d got home I’d called Danny with the news, thinking he’d be really excited for us. I suppose I should have expected it, but actually at first he was a little miffed.“Damn, sis, you mean I did all. It was a silver-colored strapless mini-dress and it barely covered everything. When I bought it home, I tried it on for Liu to show him exactly what he was missing. “I arrested hookers that dressed like that,” he told me in a disgusted tone. “You think I look hot?” I asked. “You look like trash. You’re not wearing that to the dance,” he said. “How will you know, you won’t be there!” I told him. He lit a cigarette and shook his head. I could tell he was upset. “Ok, I won’t wear it, I’ll find.