“I was going clubbing,” she said, “but I don’t really feel like it. Can I come in?” I looked across to her house. “My mom’s not home,”... Kerry said. “She’s staying overnight with her boyfriend. And, anyway, I’m pretty much on my own now, and my mom’s okay with that.” The implications of Kerry showing up, what she said, and how she was dressed had my head full of ideas. I stood, speechless and rooted, but my senses raced as I noted that her taste in clothes was excellent; how she filled them,. Because of this, I was sweating like anything so I removed my jacket. Rakesh spontaneously said, ” oo…u look sexy” and I was very embarrassed about that. I sat down beside him and for some time nobody spoke.Rakesh apologized, ” I’m sry about that but I thought u would take it cool”. I said, “that’s fine I was just a bit…..was not understanding what to speak”. “Actually, that day also I was not understanding how to reach when u were on towel n asked mi to sit there” I stated. Rakesh, “I’m so sry. He could feel her hitting his shoulders and arms but they were far less effective than when she had more punching room and could extend her arms. He had found her Achilles Heel.As the bell sounded ending the first round, both fighters stopped punching and returned to their corners. Mike took a seat on his stool as Jeff applied an ice pack to his face in an effort to bring down the swelling that was beginning to form over his left eye. Truda, refused to sit, calmly leaning back against the. Warning bells began sounding in Reg’s mind. This wasn’t good. Mrs. Clinton was one of those women who exude sex, and Reg had heard rumors that she had a habit of coming on to some of the younger officers. The thing was, Mrs. Clinton was a damn good-looking woman. Reg looked the deputy chief’s wife over. Her outfit was made of a soft knit material, and consisted of a draped top and loose pants. The top was a soft pastel peach color and the pants were white. The clinging material highlighted the.