"At two fifty you get your trade in out of a weapon that you know a gun nut would never touch. Once they have been neglected, you never get all the pi...tting out. In my case I don't care resale has nothing to do with my decision, but how many like me are you going to find?" I asked."Three hundred and we can deal," he suggested."I can't believe I am going to do this with a man I have over a barrel, but two seventy five," I said."Alright but you have tax and some fees associated with this. Also I'm. "He reached slowly for the container of lotion lying on the bed. I found myself moving away from him a bit. The way his eyes were glued to me reminded me of a wildlife documentary where the lioness is crouched down, watching a gazelle at the watering hole, waiting for the right time to strike.He put the lotion in his back pocket and put both hands on my shoulders. I gasped and jerked a bit."It's all right. Everything will be fine. Turn around."His left hand pulled me while his right hand pushed. .. if I was expected to dress like a guy now, that meantI could probably go around shirtless, without anyone caring right? But,no... now really wasn't the time to test that theory.Slowly, methodically, she began to measure me over my sweatshirt. Shesqueezed perhaps a little more than she needed to, but in a gentle,sensual kind of way. Was she doing that on purpose? Maybe I was justimagining it? This new body was so damn sensitive that sometimes itfelt like everything was somehow now sensual.. They had now reached the peak of the embankment. It was about 100 metres from their position through the thick grass to the wood. “I’ll go first, I’ll creep out to the track and then if I can’t see anything coming, I’ll sprint the rest. See you in the wood” explained Evie before Destiny had even a chance to recommend any other sort of plan. Evie vaulted the embankment and slid down the other side. She crept a few metres to the edge of the concrete and knelt next to it for a second surveying.