I felt as though everything would be fine until I was pulled violently into an empty classroom. The room was dark and I was a bit disoriented. I turne... around and was taken aback by who was there. It was Chandler, but she was alone. No jocks by her side, or herd of girls trailing behind. Just Chandler all alone. She didn't look angry but rather determined. As I began to speak, I was cut off by her lips pressing against mine. I was in shock I couldn't pull away. I was drawn in by the warmth of. . But why should I tell you what that name is?” I ask, looking at her eyes. A slate grey, reflective almost.“I told you my name, the least you can do is tell me yours ... I won’t bite, unless you want me to.” She licks her lips while smiling.“You can call me Chris. Since you must need a name.”I finish my meal and sit back. Watching her movements. She’s still trying to figure out what to say and do next. She keeps playfully licking her lips and leaning her chest against the table. Trying to give. Ihre gute Freundin Lucy hatte es nicht viel besser gemacht und mehr als dreitausend Dollar verloren. Sie wusste, dass Lucys Ehemann verständnisvoller wäre als Richard, aber beide Frauen waren nicht bereit, dieses Risiko einzugehen.Lucy hatte diese verrückte Idee gehabt, ein bisschen "schnelles Geld" zu verdienen. Lucy kannte jemanden in einem der Nachtclubs in Miami, der ihnen einen Job anbot.Dawn drehte sich vor dem Spiegel um und überprüfte die Rückseite ihrer Schenkel, bevor sie zum Spiegel. Mrs Cassandra Garrison was a beauty. She had been a cheerleader in high school, she kept in shape, took care of her appearance. She had long dark hair, and many people thought she looked like Catherine Zeta Jones. Her breasts were soft and full, and she cared for her legs by taking an evening run. She remembered the married woman who came to the church for counseling. The woman was having an affair with a young man in her nieghborhood. She knew what she must tell the woman, that it was God's.