I won't give you another chance. This is your last shot at a new life. Grab onto it with both hands. I'll arrange for someone to meet you to discuss c...tizenship issues. Hopefully you can work out an asylum deal with the government. But if you so much as make a single phone call, all bets are off. No one in New Orleans will have anything to do with you, and you won't hear from me again. Got it?" Da, I understand. I'll do my best. I've been praying we could get away, but they always say we have. Oliver's face. Oliver was the one who'd befriended him when he'd been alone. He was the one who listened to Frank every time he talked about the things anyone with lesser patience wouldn't have been able to stand. They'd shared kisses, and the kind of looks that were only meant for each other. He'd done all of this with Oliver, but now it seemed that he'd done all of this with David, too. He knew Oliver, but not David. But if he didn't know David, then Frank had to wonder if he knew Oliver at. My head gently tossing against my pillow as my hands caress my thighs, my eyes closed in passion, seeing yours instead. My legs fall open, hearing your sigh as you view the moist center of my womanhood, my mind reliving the jagged whisper of your voice, seeing you in my mind as your head slowly lowers there, sucking, licking, my hands slide from my thighs to the junction in between, juices flowing, dripping from the core of my womanhood onto my fingertips, my back arches as my mind feels your. I put the sandwich down. I went back to the sex fantasy site. This time I did not log on. 'Welcome' the screen read. One of the buttons said 'Join Now'. So I did. Again. I created a new screen name, 'SilkPanties22'. I started to fill out the profile. Hmmm... Sex, 'female, 22 years of age'. Orientation, 'decline to answer'. That should keep them guessing. Kind of like saying you're not straight without really saying it. Real location, 'in your bedroom',Of course. I was getting so excited I was.