He’d done a few pageants and he told my parents that I had a unique look. He suggested that I could make a living being a model.My dad liked that id...a even less. He had read about the wild parties, drugs and sex that young models had. His thirteen-year-old daughter was not getting involved in any of that. Mr. Grant said that we should find out if he was right before we worried about me jet setting around the globe and bad things happening.He recommended that he take me to his studio and that I. Coming back up for air Cerys noticed that Alex was still there, sitting on the edge of the tub chatting to Jefferson. What disturbed Cerys on a serious level, was that Alex hadn’t done anything at all to precipitate the many fantasies she had about him. All he had done was have a healthy flow of female companions. He wasn’t even Cerys’s type. Alex always let his guard down in public in a way Jefferson would never do. In fact, he could be quite vulgar, yet there was definitely something about. "Val, I've told you... I can't -it's wrong..."She sighed. "I know... you've told and told me." That hand continued to stroke his body, down his chest, across his belly making the muscles contract involuntarily. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself removed from this kind of attention for very long. "But now you don't have a choice, my love."Her warm mouth replaced her hand with soft, warm, wet kisses along his chest and onto the taut muscles of his stomach. He held his breath, sure that. Allen walked up to his room and decided to lie down for a quick nap, but every time he closed his eyes, the image of the troubled girl quickly came to mind. Finally giving up on sleep, he quickly did his homework and went down to dinner.The next morning saw Allen quickly getting dressed and rushing to school. He wanted to beat the buses there so he could greet Tracey when she got off the bus. When she stepped off the bus, he walked determinedly toward her."Hi Tracey, can I walk you to class?".