It was like you wanted to keep on talking to me. Hear and understand each and every word I had to say. And as you were sitting there opposite to me yo... could literally feel yourself drift away. My words were like honey, which you needed more and more.It’s happening just like how they show it in the movies. Time began to slow down and you could see and feel everything happen so slowly. And as you were drifting away and away, sitting opposite to me, you could feel this connection build between us. She was seeing more to me than she had ever noticed before. She knew he was a good looking kid, and fit too, but for the first time, I think/hoped she was really noticing how much I had matured. The muscles were defined, he had facial hair that was more than just peach-fuzz, and I no longer acted like a kid. She slid a little closer across the bench seat of the old pickup, and drew circles on My thigh with her fingertip. "So you have thought about me like that before," she asked, "and I thought. Over thiswent the mini-dress Steve had bought her in Barbados. It had a tight bodicethat clung to her fantastic breasts and flared at the hips. More to the pointit was brightly patterned in yellow and blue - very summery and just right forthe current spell of warm weather. Slipping on her favourite leather strapsandals, she was ready.Next door, Lynn had been busy too. She hadarranged the furniture to her liking and made one or two calls to friends. Thiscompleted, she too shot upstairs and into. "I'm a demoness," Morra said blithely.Atheer didn't react. "I'm sorry if the black makeup gave you the wrong impression, but I'm not into spur-of-the-moment Satanic roleplay shags with strangers." No, it's not a metaphor. I'm actually a demoness." Morra was undeterred by Atheer's stony-faced response.Atheer still did not believe her, but she figured that if this woman was this committed to the charade, then maybe she could at least get something entertaining out of it. "Okay then, prove.