"Do you want to see who I'm holding it for?"I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prick up. Something wasn't right."Sure, I said." Keeping him at ea...se.He nodded a knowing smile then beckoned me to follow. The wind was getting up now and desert sand billowed around my waist as he gestured with his finger drawing me to the back of the gas station."She just won't stop bitching," He grumbled. "All high and mighty; telling me what to do. I don't take orders from women do you hear"I felt. I was a baseball player, and she loved baseball. If we weren't talking about Shakespeare we were arguing over who was the best shortstop between Alex Rodriguez, Derek Jeter and Nomar Garciaparra. A girl who knows her sports can be a turn-on, and she was smoking hot. Prior to our group assignment I noticed she had been flirting with me. I didn't know it at the time but I felt comfortable playing along since I knew nothing was going to happen (rookie logic). One day she decided since her parents. I joined mymom for a little television before dinner and then afterwards I playedmy guitar for the rest of the night.Chapter 31In the morning as I carried my guitar case into the salon my mom askedwhy I had my guitar with me. I told her that I wanted to play it in theback instead of sitting in the waiting area the whole day. Once my momwas engrossed in her office duties I grabbed my guitar case and headedto the storeroom. I found a box that originally contained a dozen, largebottles of perm. She did. Opening those long legs. Every cell of my body was electric. I wanted her so badly. I stepped closer to her. Put my hands gently on that perfect body. She tensed. Every muscle on her trim back clearly defined as she took a deep breath. I reached around and cupped those heavy breasts in my hands, savouring them for a moment under my touch. I slipped my hands from them and ran my fingers over her hips. The touch of my fingers on her black garter and the nylon stockings was like.