Her figures were amazing though i am not sure about them. i always used to stare at her . she often noticed her .i always used to see her when she was...bent down to clean the floor. she wore tight clothes. i always wanted to have her in my arms. day by day my desire was turning into craving. i was looking for a suitable chance. one day i got it . my mother was out of the city. she came to my home alone as her mother was ill. i was sitting in the veranda. she was sweeping the floor. i could see. A few blocks from home Ashley slid off the console and doubled over in the right-hand seat. ‘Oh, my God,’ she agonized, ‘I must have had too much of that wine. I can’t believe how dizzy I’m getting.’ Jarrad suspected Ashley’s sudden dizziness was being faked or at least grossly exaggerated, but on the off chance, it might be real, he didn’t dare question it. ‘Do you want me to stop,’ he offered. ‘No, just get me home quick. I’d rather be in my own bathroom.’ As Jarrad came to a stop in the. "He looked at her, the colour slowly draining from his face. "You're ending things we me?" What? No!" she sighed "I mean all this cursing and swearing you're doing, and I'm not even going to mention the abortive efforts as pacing in this tiny little room."The colour slowly returned to his face as he sat down on the sofa next to her."I'm sorry Izzy," he told her quietly."Don't be. I was there too. When you tried to stop, it was me who wouldn't let you." She leaned over to kiss his cheek. "This. It melts me. I want to say something but my vocal cords refuse to cooperate. He picks my up effortlessly, even carrying my shoe along, and starts down the steps that lead out of the building and onto the windy sidewalk next to the beach. Drunk kids are weaving in and out of the building and somewhere on the beach a drunken party is causing a ruckus. The wind is warm and tastes like seawater on my lips. I want to protest but I really don’t want to. I float in his arms down the block, two, three.