Her face was not conventionally pretty, not even cute like Sara's, but mesmerizing nonetheless, with a deep Native American-mixed-with-African kind of...beauty that some black women had, probably the result of some gene drift down the ages. Many blacks had Indian blood, and in Yolanda it showed, and was almost magnetic. Also, her mouth was surprisingly like Sara's, a thick juicy feast of sensual lips.I didn't get to kiss Sara, Laura thought. But I'm going to kiss these lips. God, I can feel my. Then I suggested, very strongly, that he get one of his agents and a bomb specialist, out to Sandy post-haste. I ended by saying, very nastily, "Now I know how much promises from you people about protecting our identity are worth!" and slammed the phone in his ear.I asked Marie to keep people away from the pier our slip was on, as much as she could, saying our boat was real dangerous and we'd called for appropriate help to deal with it. Should she call the fire department? I asked her not. .. It drives me crazy that I can't just make out with a guy and simply enjoy the kissing without him wanting me to put out for more. I would do anything for a guy who would go at my pace...." her voice trailed off, seductively.Tim was confused. He was never secretive about his life to Lindsey, but she never seemed interested in girls he had been with. In fact, she seemed to despise any girl he showed an interest in. Schoolmates, strangers around town, even celebrities Tim admitted were sexy.But. So our conversation kept on going for a while. Now, while she was in my room, I would try to touch her here and there and pull her from this side to the other side and block her way. She would laugh sometimes; she would act getting irritated sometimes. This went for a few weeks.Sometime I would get home late and not see her. Sometime she would not come and instead, her mom would be there. She was there just to help her mom in her spare time.I started talking to my house maid’s daughter on her.