You dont look too bad yourself, I giggle. Hes wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. The t-shirt is tight to his body, showing off every toned...muscle. He looks twice as hot as usual. Jay presents me his arm and I hook mine around his and follow him down to his car, kicking the door behind me. Whyd you hang up on me? he asks with a laugh. Heh, I hadnt gotten changed yet, I reply with a smile. Jays 2000 Dodge Challenger sits at the curb, its imperfect red paint shining in the late sun.. She hoped it was both. He replied, “Touché Madame, let us walk side by side to our destination and destiny then.” She just knew he was still playing out some role and she smiled and took his available hand to walk beside the man who had booked the room for himself and his wife. She couldn’t quite think that one through, but would ask when she had the time and inclination. It might be a little while though, because if he kept up his damned teasing she might just have to strip him down and take. This one is kind of all over the place, something I poked at here and there over the years. I finally managed to salvage it together into something presentable. I wasn’t even sure which category to put this, though. NonConsent? Exhibitionism? Mind Control? I chose the latter, please forgive if you disagree after reading the story. Again, I welcome criticism, no matter how harsh or honest. I’d love to know if you’re enjoying them, of course, but I certainly want to get better at the craft. Input. That’s what she told him. He had been dating Angel for a few months now, and they were getting pretty serious. When she said that she wanted him to meet her friend Melanie, he was looking forward to it. He had heard all sorts of stories about the two of them. Grade school antics, dance recitals, junior high, cheerleading, gymnastics, High school, they even applied and attended the same college. Angela told him that they were inseparable and shared everything. Angela made arrangements to go to.