" Her eyes locked onto mine as if to scrutinise my every thought. "I'm hitting on you." There was nothing else I could say without being obvious. It w...rked. She laughed and briefly glanced away. "Yes you are," came the reply. But she found it funny and we spent the next ninety minutes getting acquainted over some spicy chow mein. She had to finish off a report that night so we met up the following evening at the Latin quarter where we did some Bachata dancing - an even more sensual version of. I open the door and you pull me in for a very deep passionate kiss, we break apart and I walk into the sitting room wiggling my ass at you. I go into the kitchen and make coffee, bending over every now and again so that you can see my ass as my skirt rides up slightly. You are sitting on the large sofa expecting me to sit beside you, your phone rings and you apologise and say you have to answer, I sit on the small sofa and whilst you are on the phone I slowly open my legs. You have a perfect. She had her first period when she was ten and blossomed into early womanhood well before most girls. Although she was a sweet girl who loved her parents, Lizzy's hormones were in full gear and she wanted to learn what life was all about. Her mother kept a close eye on her only child as her daughter's body turned from girl to woman seemingly overnight. Jan Bailey was worried that someday some man was going to mistake her sweet twelve-year-old Lizzy for someone much older.Jan remembered the brute. She saw no threat to her life because she knew nothing about the gangs that was possibly useful to anyone. On her way back to the apartment she tried to call Harry. She had no information from him that told her how he faired personally. She assumed that he was still in hiding somewhere and even if Jack wanted to deal with the O’Grady gang, he had nothing to deal with yet whilst Harry remained underground. She tapped on the apartment door after using the numerical code to enter the secure.