" She reached out, took his hand, and caressed it tenderly. "You were at the top of my list. That should count for something, shouldn't it?" she asked...with a tender smile.Charlie didn't smile back. He simply leaned towards her and said "So tell me, Miss Sanchez. Why exactly is Mr. Acevedo on the top of your list?"Her smile fell.Charlie dropped her hand and stood up. "You know, that's it! I was warned about you!" he said loudly, attracting everyone's attention in the restaurant.Tricia looked. ." As a waiter came by to check on us, once more my 'date' declined anything and so did I. The waiter simply bowed and headed to other tables among the cafe. The sounds of cars passing distracted my thoughts again as the warm sun moved over my skin. We were outside, as to not be heard or bothered much."That can be arranged. " the small image I had given him of Cassandra was put into his pocket after he seemed to almost...caress it...I slid the envelope over to him, which was also pocketed with. I smile. “You didn’t think a little schoolgirl discipline would completely satisfy me did you?”, I laugh, drunk on desire, this young blond who I had secretly followed down 5th avenue every night afterwork, timing her comings and goings so I could be presnt as she paraded her little schoolgirl ass under some too tight cotton shorts, young becky larson, who I had walked behind in the shops at the farmner’s market, my hands in my trouser pockets to keep my lust from other eyes. as I watched her. You want me and I want you and we both know it. With a single swipe you brush my bra off, teasing me your fingers trace the outlines of my perfect breasts. I want you to lick me, but your taunting fingers only lengthen my need. More and more the tension builds, my nipples rise as I can feel your breath approaching. You run your chin just over my breasts approaching my perky pink nipples I believe you are about to do it. But not a moment sooner does your chin just run over the top of my nipples.