I loved it. I came to the kitchen with sweat pouring out from every pore of my body. She looked at me from top to bottom and spent few extra seconds t... look at my crotch. I was drinking water from the water bottle and dropped the bottle cap down. I turned around, shown her my ass and bent forward to pick up the cap. My t-shirt came up and shown her my back. I was wearing my track pant bit low and she must have seen my ass crack in this position. I picked the bottle cap and got up and looked at. That’s a good combo, if you ask me. Did you notice the jet-black hair and coal black eyes?” I grinned.“His mother’s?” Stacey asked.“Exactly. Michelle was always the classic raven type of beauty. Dark hair, dark eyes. Pale skin. Lovely. Very pretty in her youthful way. I can only imagine how ravishing she must be now, in her thirties, a woman in her prime. I’m not even sure what she’ll say to me, what Jack Junior will say to it, either. There is something else that you should know. The. "Just then, Devon arrived at their table, all smiles for Kayla."Hey, Kayla," he said, his voice was deep and butter smooth. "I'm surprised to see you here."She shivered slightly; his voice always got to her. "Hey, Devon. I didn't think I'd see anyone from work here. How are you?" I'm very well now," he smiled at her and looked her over from head to toe. His gaze was almost a physical touch down her body and she shivered again. "You look fantastic!" Thank you," she said, blushing prettily.. Jake thought her conduct was a great improvement over the bitching and whining.Jake walked through the door, home from classes at four o’clock, that same afternoon. He arrived just in time to take a phone call from Mitzi Walker. Mitzi relayed a name and number of a doctor who had received one of the Coma Recovery Research Center’s flyers. Jake immediately returned the call. He dug out one of the questionnaires they had developed and ran down it with the doctor he spoke with. Jake hung up the.