Jonathan was aware his role would be reactive. He could only hope that he could follow and work alongside the power and erotic charge that had existed...the previous week. He wasn't disappointed. Meg's eyes glowed. Her sharp mind and quick conversation couldn't hide the sense of a barely contained erotic volcano. The conversation, inevitably, turned to matters sexual. It really did seem the most natural thing in the world to arrange a hotel meeting for the following week. True enough, the next. He had walked over to her, shook his head, then snatched her up by the hair on hers. She could still hear herself babbling, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry", as he had dragged her through room after room until they got here. "No little girl, you aren't truly sorry, not yet, but you soon will be", he had answered as he had first destroyed her clothing and then buckled her to the cross. She now lay there immobilized, scared, panting for breath. Her lips dry and her throat aching. Partly with. As I walked past, the hood of my car the vixen within told me to wiggle my ass, so I did! I grabbed some beer, and orange juice for the vodka. Paid and headed out of the store back to the car, this time my eyes were watching his. He watched me and licked his lips&hellip, such full lips, I wanted to bite them. I climb in my car, and say like what you see? he replies very much! with that look of, Im going to eat you up a girl, on his smooth young face. He flashes his charming smile and I giggle,. There was one dog that was being led around by an uniformed police officer. The enthusiastic Collie seemed to be paying more attention to coolers and backpacks, then the trees that were being marked constantly by the rest of the four footed clan. Off to my right, on a small stage, I heard a folk singer. Off to my left was a group of young girls, clad in very modest black tights, dancing to the music of Pakistan. Down over the bluff, on the river’s edge was a heavy metal band starting to warm.