Her hair was sweptback , gathered in a ponytail, held in place with a Hermes scarf. Ah, she was the epitome of Pa. Mainline grace, charm, and beauty w...aring luscious red lipstick.Her skin the color of Lady Godiva , milk chocolate lit from within.My attention was drawn to her, because I felt her staring from across the crowed room, as I was standing at the bar passing out fliers to potential Fashion Model recruits for the modeling workshop, and agency I owned at the time.her stare was so. ” I reached down and grabbed my throbbing erection and as soon as I did Ashton stopped. A fiery grip was at my hair pulling hard enough to make my scalp hurt before I could register what was going to happen next. “What did I tell you?” When I didn’t answer he pulled out of me and yanked me up. I wasn’t taking being Ash’s bitch boy too well but I’d be a damn idiot to go up against him while I was both naked and weaker. “Didn’t I say if you did something without my permission you’d regret it.” I. .a few things had gone wrong, firstly there was the storm. It was a demonic thing, that you felt sure of despite your non-religious beliefs. It struck in the dead is night, lighting up the ocean with lightning bolt after lightning bolt, and the rain...The rain had been terrible. It drenched every inch of dry clothing within seconds, made it impossible to hear one another over the constant static of millions of droplets hitting material. The waves too played a role here, theirs were more. Did that tactic help? Nope. It only confused me more. I still find Chrissie cute as hell. I get nervous whenever she’s around me, and I stammer like a stuttering-Stanley whenever I talk to her. Lame. Completely lame. I’ve never had success with girls. In fact, I had been trying to meditate my way towards a convenient life of asexuality. If you don’t feel the desire to have sex, then you’ll have no problem being alone for the rest of your life. Who needs sex anyway? Not me… nope… definitely not.