He seemed satisfied and we all went inside. Samantha went and made coffee while Sam and I chatted some more. “So what do you want to happen?” I as...ked. He actually seemed unsure. Perhaps he was having second thoughts. “I tell you what” I said “why don’t you sit over there while Samantha and I get friendly and see where it leads. He agreed and when Samantha came back with the coffees I told her to sit on the couch beside me. She hadn’t dressed sexy but her skirt was above the knee so as we drank. "It can't be," my conscious mind argued, "wrong part of the country!" So what, you're in Dallas and you should be in New York. What's to say that Nellie isn't on a bloody mystery tour as well?"With my heart in my throat, I walked around the display stand that I been all but hiding behind, to get a clearer look at the young woman. I noted that unlike a couple of the others, she was not featured on the front cover of the particular magazine she was thumbing through.Having convinced myself that it. Now she was having the full confidence in me. So, one day, I told her that actually I fell for her beauty and I like her very much. She asked me what made me like her as I have not seen her. I said I did see her Facebook profile pics and all.At that time, she said she wants to see my pic. I had to dig and find a pic which is not so bad as well as which is no so handsome also. Anyways I did send her. She saw it and didn’t say anything. Just said looks smart. So usually end of the day messages. The guy, still doubled-over, breathed heavily, desperately trying to catch his breath. Finally, he looked up and saw me standing there. ‘Hey, what is this? Who are you?’ he cried, quickly backing away from the girl. Instinctively, I held my hands up, forgetting I was clutching the gun. ‘Look, buddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here.’ Startled, the girl put her tits back into her dress and stood up. ‘Who are you?’ I drowned in her beauty. She was tall and slender, and curved in all the.