. No! I got it, thanks though." Even though I said I didn't need help, I felt Nathan's hand wrap around mine. I froze and dropped the disc, my mouth j...st happened to be open and Nathan leaned in close to kiss me, he shoved his tounge inside my mouth. "What the- he's french kissing me?!" I thought, I remembered a movie that had french kissing, the two people kissed with their tounges going in and out, I reminded myself that pattern: "In and out, in and out." I stopped this is wrong, I tried to. Dennis moaned on the other end. "Who's this?" It's... Ramona," Tyler said, still not wanting to give up a name -either of his names - over the phone. "I was supposed to come by thismorning to drop off that stuff from the property manager. So you couldsign it and send it off to the bank." What... what property manager? What the hell are you talking about? Whois this?"Tyler cleared his throat and tried to sound forceful and serious. "Yes.The property manager."Silence came from the other end, as. I had seen her erect nipples poking out earlier. The material clung under each sizeable boob showing them in exact detail.Below the top was a short black skirt. Short enough to get the blood pumping but not obscenely so. The legs were out straight in front tightly closed, bare and a little on the chubby side.We were all in a bit of a state when a group pushed past to sit in the corner. We accommodated them, In doing so I moved left slightly and lou pulled her legs towards her and shuffled. "How do you feel?" Weird," you say.The sound of your voice freezes her in mid-step. She is looking at you in complete shock. She struggles for a minute to find words. "Did you just say...Did you say that you feel weird, John?" she asks with a weak smile and a furrow in her brow. She is looking at you like you are some kind of strange animal.You feel uncomfortable. You don't know why she looks so horrified. "Um...yes," you say, swallowing hard. Your lips feel fat and swollen and your throat is.