I'll be a good girl, I promise I will", she said, reaching for the hem of the tee shirt."I will tell you when you are or aren't being a good girl, I a...nd nobody else. Now show me that ankh."She quickly pulled off the shirt and dropped it to the floor, letting him see the ankh still hanging from her neck. The cool of the air conditioning raised goose bumps on her exposed back and belly.He stared at her for a long moment. "Very nice. But you know, the effect is quite spoiled by the color of that. She let out a small hum and snuggled back into his chest. Alex chuckled then. When she was awake, she was very shy. But in her sleep, she was practically the opposite. Looking down into her face, he found himself staring at her lips. He pulled his hand from her tiny waist and caressed her cheek, running his calloused thumb along the bone that defined it. Brianne nuzzled her face into his palm as she breathed deeply. Alex lowered his head to hers and buried his face in her golden hair. He had. ” said Misty, clutching her guitar between her legs, and her performance clothing in her lap. “Christy is your girlfriend?”“Nope,” said Bobby carelessly. “She’s just a friend.”“But the pictures ... on the wall ... in her bedroom...”He looked over at her, and then down at the two children between them.“She’s a photographer,” he said simply.“Yeah, and you must be too,” said Misty, thinking about the picture of Christy.He smiled for some reason, and Misty felt anger trying to wiggle its way into. My wife insisted she needed a new dress for the occasion and off she went to treat herself. On the night of her meal she looked drop dead gorgeous. She had on a sleak black dress with a plunging neck line no bra and it was backless. She kissed me good bye and jumped in the taxi. I waited up for her to home and Linda expected her to get home about 10 or 11. When I hadnt heard from her by 12 I called her. She answer and sounded short of breath and drunk. She said she was just leaving the hotel..