He exuded authority and good manners.Amy Graham was eighteen years old and a senior at Tyler High School in West Nashville when she applied for the Ja...k and Sarah Wright Scholarship at Westfield. She was among six other young women who sent a scholarship application to the school. Amy was a state regional tennis champion and her dossier was impressive. During her on-campus interview, which was held four months before she graduated, she told Clay that she hoped to continue her tennis training. She stared at her straight highlighted brown hair thatdropped gently to her shoulders. Fuchsia pink lipstick smiled back ather as she applied the last coat. Her eyes were naturally a strikingblue colour and she had chosen a light brown eye shadow to complementone of (what she thought) was her best assets.Satisfied with her face; she deliberated the rest of her appearance. Asilky black gypsy top hung loosely off her shoulders; the necktiefastened just at the right tightness to ensure a fleeting. All of my girlfriends family were there her sisters, her cousins, aunts & uncles. In paticular her two teenage cousins were there, these two teenage girls dressed beyond their age and seemed very permiscuous. My eyes would wonder over to the legs and cleavage on display at most opportunities, they were both petite green eyed, brunette girls with perky b cup breasts and pale skin. both wearing matching summer dress's that dropped low enough to show their cleavage and stopped high enough to. Then she reached up to the knotted tie, and he felt an irrational surge of panic. His hand shot out and caught her wrist before she could touch it. “Leave it,” he growled, more intensity than he’d intended. “I wasn’t-“ she said in gentle protest. He knew his tone was too harsh, and he loosened his grip marginally before letting her go. She didn’t reach for the blindfold again. He shifted himself in his seat, the feel of her skin against his fingers setting his erection off into something.