Why? Well, partly because she was so unsure of what she wanted and so afraid. That's always part of the puzzle. It didn't help, though, that I was wea...ing my Brando outfit. You know, the captain's hat, black leather jacket, black jeans, black boots.Well why shouldn't it be Brando? You know I'm a fifties sort of girl.Oh cut it out! (laughs) I am not like that all the time. You know I'm like that woman-what's her name?-in the comic strip, the one who's a mousy little thing most of the time, but. I guessed he was in his mid-forties with black hair, mustache, dark complexion, and stout build. Clearly of mid-Eastern descent. The first move is always awkward, so I walked by him, over to the bed, gently touching his crotch as I passed. Once on the bed, I lay back, assumed a seductive pose and suggested he get more comfortable. He began removing his coat and tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. As he was doing so, I sat up on the bed in front of him and unbuckled his trousers and fly, dropping. "Looks like someone got wet...." and, as Alex saw her eyes sweep from his wet hair over his naked chest to linger at his sopping wet underpants, she said absently "well, my my my"! Alex had always disliked her shrill voice, and had rebuffed her attempts at friendliness from the very first day he they had met, when she had presented a welcoming batch of cookies on his moving-in day. There was something supremely irritating to Alex about her ever-cheerful manner, and he had put an end to her. ‘I’m free, and safe, and Tina is in the hands of that monster. Who knows what he’s doing to her now?’ Gabe slipped up to sit next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. ‘Kaylee, you can’t let yourself think that way. You’ve got to be strong for her and for you.’ ‘It’s just hard thinking any other way,’ she said, standing and handing him back his coat. ‘Were your ready to go?’ ‘Yeah, I’ve just got to outline to the captain what I found out today and then I’ll be ready. Should only take a.