Finally, during one slow dance, she was grinding against me provocatively, when she lifted her head off my shoulder and said, "I think we need to leav.... Unless you want me to fuck you right here on the dance floor. You still make me hotter than a two dollar pistol." Oh my! That woman does wonders my ego and my self-esteem!We gathered up our stuff and made ready to leave. One of the newer department heads, a prissy thing in her 50s, who probably hadn't been laid in 20 years, asked why we were. She continued running around thecomplex, looking for anyone who might still be after her. There was noone left. The only thing left to do was escape.Back in the control room, she caught a familiar scent coming through thewindow. She charged at it and broke through the remaining glass, landingin the snow, ready to pounce, her muscles bulking back up slightly. Shewas surrounded by other animals and a few people. She growled at them.They made no move towards her. She could smell their fear, and. Her name was Nina (pronounced Neenya) and for some reason or another she had taken a liking to me. She came over to our house (I stayed with my parents when I was home from school) every time I worked in the yard or worked on my car in the garage and I could tell what she wanted from the look in her eye. And as much as I ached to give it to her I couldn't. I was twenty and had no interest in going to jail as a sex offender.It was a very bad summer for me. First, I had to have my appendix out. Tyler has other ideas. He takes the thong in his hand and rips it free, tearing it off me and throwing it away. I am now completely exposed to anyone who cares to look. I pull my skirt up higher over my stomach to make sure my shaved, throbbing cock isn't obstructed. The feeling is incredible; the breeze washing over it causes it to tingle. Tyler places the pad of his finger against my ass. He looks down at me; I look up at him. He kisses me. Not as deeply as the first, but the warmth in it is.