She gently pushes you down on the bed then kneels down over the top of you. She lightly brushes her lips over yours then trails down your neck...acros...s your shoulder. She tugs down your dress, freeing the tops of your breastsShe brushes her lips over them tooShe brings her mouth back up to yours and kisses youShe presses against your lips with her tongue, then pulls away biting your lip gently in the process She pulls your dress completely offYou're not wearing a bra or panties She lightly. Come on. Stop hiding out like a coward. Just check up on the pack. Avoid Cassius if you must. Tristan clenched his jaw, reaching a split second decision. “Fuck it.” He got up and headed to his bedroom to get changed before hitting the road. *** The woods had come alive that Saturday, as a body count of a hundred and fifty people partied the night away. Landon, Max, and Drew had created the biggest bonfire ever. There was plenty of food, booze, and single college kids that were ready to. The panties I'm wearing right now...am I wearing them right now? In the split second I pointlessly looked down to my groin to see if I still had my panties, he was gone.I vow to get out of there, off the high street, away from this crazy man. I dart off into a quiet side street and find an alleyway. I throw my bag down and frantically hitch my skirt up to see if I'm pantieless...to my utter shock they are exactly where they should be, but not quite straight and covering my little landing strip. For the ‘little people’ as my mom calls them. Nearly everyone in the circles we’re talking about has inside information. And they act on it. It disgusts me, but I’m sure you know there is one set of rules for the rich and powerful, and another set for everyone else. You have to be really stupid to get charged with insider trading, like in Wall Street. The currency in our circles is information. Well, sex, too. But mostly information. Sex is used to get information, or power, or both.”“That’s.