How could I complain? I also said I'd noticed that she seemed out of sorts the first few weeks of the school year, but of course, I'd had no idea why....he continued, crying a little, explaining how lucky she was that her friend Dorothy, her best friend since fourth grade, had been there for her. Dorothy had also been at the party, and had been able to help Laura with the immediate aftermath, consoling her and helping her walk through her grief and pain the next couple of months."And by. That’s it, count down. See, I’m spacing your building climax. More time from one number to the next. “Five” I’m stopping. Backing you down a little. Giving you a break. That’s it. Rest. Breathe. Drop your hips. Relax some. You are so good to let me do this to you and for you. I’m back. That touch you love so much. Starting you at “seven”? OK, let it build. Build some more. Higher. Oh so sweet! We are stopping at “four”. Or was it ‘three”? No matter. The third time is the charm. No you. It was a giddy time for me.But soon, she was graduating from school. She emailed me an invitation to come to the juried review of her final project, paintings and photographs. I was honored and thrilled. I overdressed for the occasion, in a suit. She was in a leather jacket, t-shirt, and black pants and low heels. She was beautiful, makeup on but sedate, as befitting a student, rather than the full-on glam of the stripper. I’d brought her a single red rose, and put it on a table where she’d. ” She patted her ass as she walked away.*Click, click.*As she walked away Laura looked around at all the potential; eyeing up her next conquest, her next trophy. She left wondering how Mrs. Reynolds ever put up with Franks' cheating ways. Laura handed her ticket to the valet who was eyeing her up and down.'Pity he's just a child.' She thought as she smirked.“Well, hellooo beautiful.” A deep sultry voice bellowed from behind her.She turned round to see a tall, silver haired stallion standing in.