The flashing lights of the sign had awoken her, she felt a little strange when she looked at it and the club…. there was a tingling sensation in her...belly.Sandra’s life had always been a little dull, she had been on only a few dates, most of the teenage boys she had dated were boring, and the dates were uneventful. She was a virgin, but not because she wanted to be, she was saving her Cherry for the right boy. She dreamed of meeting a boy who could bring some excitement into her life. So far,. My eyes flicker open as my back arches at the new sensations. My eyes search the unfamiliar room trying to piece together, how I got here or who you were. Any information would have been welcomed. “Good Morning,” you whisper gruffly in my ear and I get a flashback to last night. I was dancing on a chair at a random party and you grab me as I step down. Pulling me close to you, we begin kissing like crazy as our bodies sway to the music. Your hands reaching up my dress. “Come with me,” you say. He must meet thousands of people every year at various ceremonies, feasts and functions. But this man did not need to know that. Ragan always found it beneficial to make anyone he met feel valued and respected.“Of course, how are you, sir?” Lord Ragan replied.The tavern owner beamed, perhaps under the illusion that the great Lord Ragan had recognised and remembered him.“So, this is your place, huh?” Ragan continued, “It’s nice. Very welcoming.”“Thank you, my Lord, I am honoured by your visit,”. It was a perfume that seemed to announce to the world that she was no longer a girl, but indeed, a woman! Feeling strong and capable, she went into Ron's office. More than anything, she felt they were partners, facing the world and its daily problems together.The lunch took place in the back room of La Fourchette, an exclusive French restaurant often visited by congressmen and their cohorts. They had the small room to themselves, although it was often used for two or three tables. Arlene knew.