She would never have let herself be this dangerously close to something happening if she didn't now feel that Michael would approve. She now truly fel...t that he really did want her to relax, wear sexier things, and maybe even flirt a little. She wanted to try and be that way for him. The rest of the evening her and Brandon were together talking business but both knew deep down that they were also flirting with each other. Her mind wandered at times to the feeling of her thong panties and her new. He nodded agreeably and whispered, "Ay." He sauntered along the deck past a barbecue pit where dogs were grilling, nodded familiarly at the concessionaire beginning preparations who had a spatula raised and frozen in the air. He sniffed the aromas with pleasure.Peen he approached an empty poolside lounge chair. There he put down his towel and gear on a table beside the chair and plopped his scrawny derriere down with a slight grunt.He extracted a tube of sunscreen from his ditty bag, pulled off. Equipped with my suitcase, a small courier bag containing a laptop and my birth certificate I took the train into Chicago's Union Station. I found out which subway line to take to get to O'Hare Airport and spent a boring hour plus in transit. I made it through 'the grope' line without punching anyone. I'm a 'white-knuckles' flier but made it to earth again. Wonder of wonders, my suitcase made it to the same destination! A taxi took me to Epic Sports Gear where I bought a decent pocket knife and. As I struggled in my wimpish way with him he suddenly stopped,turned me around roughly and slapped me across the face! It was so hardand loud it sounded like a gunshot."I don't take no shit off no white boys, got it? Especially off somequeer showing his bitch ass in cutoff jeans and who's obviously justasking for it."I nodded as I shook violently I was starting to cry as he brought myface to his with his hand and started kissing me very deeply. He tastedof whiskey and cigarettes. It was so.