Now. Please."I was in panic. Then I heard the rattling at the door. Banging againstit."Open up. Aleila, are you in there? Who is this with you? Aleila... areyou fine? Aleila?" Please I need to get out of here." No, you are not. Let me handle this. Stay in here. I?ll talk to her."Again the banging at the door."Open up or I call the police. What is going on in there?" Mom, everything is fine. I?ll come out ok?"I stepped behind the door and Aleila openend it and went out closingthe door behind. She looked great. Of course she would look great in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt but tonight she had on a black mini skirt and red silk blouse. The way she was dressed could only be described as the fuck me look. Anyone who looked at her would have to say, ‘fuck me.’ We sat down and she asked for a glass of wine. I got a beer. God, she looked like an angel. So perfect I almost wanted to cry looking at her. As we were eating I told her how beautiful she looked and how I could hardly wait to. .. I’m soft,” Sam protested.“I can help you with that Sam,” Anna said, “please undress.”“Ahem ... No was Anna ... I am not giving you any more ammo...” Sam objected.Anna’s face slowly filled with color, it turned an angry red, “I’ve had it with you, Sam! Time to put the cards down!” her voice dominating Sam’s persona.Sam couldn’t help noticing the change in Anna, “You’re scaring me Anna...” she mumbled in fear, thinking she had pushed her luck too far.“I am not the one you should be scared of. Brian was starting to sweat again and it wasn’t because of the weather. He rubbed his forearm, swearing he could feel the sexual tension squeezing around him. Abby swallowed hard and rubbed the back of her neck. “My neck is killing me.” She said absent-mindedly. Brian suddenly got an idea. “Oh? I could massage it for you?” He asked with a smile. Abby got up and sat down on one of the four small picnic tables inside the gazebo. The wind blew harder giving Brian a delicious smell of her faint.