I thought she had a great body although she was quite short. I would say she was about 30 give or take a few years. I used to stare at her in a daze. ...he would sit on her desk in front of class reading out loud to us. I can still remember how i used to look at the curve of her breasts under her dress. I seem to remember her wearing the kind of dress that closes at the front, overlapping across the middle. She would sit with her legs crossed in front and i'd imagine that I could see up her dress. The concierge pointed him to the mall that connected to the hotel for the nearest drug store. He always smiled when he talked to a concierge. He pretended to be a concierge for a while in his youth. Except in his own concierge desk drawers, instead of maps and movie tickets and phone contacts, there were shotguns and flash grenades.He wasn't always a geek.The mall was pretty. White. Clean. Lots of windows. Lite rock playing on hidden speakers. Obligatory fountains and glass elevators.The drug. "She'll be burned by her own spell," He laughed, as I slowly rubbed the small waist her spell left me with, hoping and praying our baby would soon be growing inside."He smiled and gave a soft chuckle, "Yes, dear Leslie, you'll do. Mother will hate the way you went around her, doing this inside the perimeters of her own spell!" He gently stroked my stomach as he looked down, leaving me smiling mischievously. He pulled me close and kissed me, "Yes, I think you'll do just fine!" Inside, I shrugged. Once I was ready, I called the fire department.Ring, Ring “Brookdale Fire Department.”“I have an emergency, I feel like an idiot, but my boyfriend and I got into a fight. I handcuffed myself to the bed and he left and I can’t reach the key.”“Giggles, what’s your address. I’m sorry to laugh, but we do get these phone calls every so often.”“125 Smith Street, Brookdale. The door is not locked, I’m in the bedroom.”“Okay, I’ll send them over.”I didn’t have much time and ran to the door to open it. I.