Twirling left and then right, she inspected the provocative image. Her hands smoothed the fabric, making it conform to her curves. Turning away from t...he mirror, she looked over her shoulder to see the back, while Sam enjoyed the front. The low neckline and high hem left only the most intimate portions hidden. The smooth friction of the fabric, or maybe an erotic thought, had aroused her breasts. Deciding voyeurism was only a synonym for frustration, Sam boldly walked into the room to face the. “You do?” Bill Williams asked.“Yes, I’m making 15 grand a night playing in the band. No matter how hard I’ve tried, I can’t out spend the interest on my bank account. My taxes are supporting half the local governments in my neck of the woods ... and it still doesn’t make a dent. I spent like a sailor on liberty in Hong Kong and I have 50 million more than I started out with ... and that’s just one year!”“What? How?” Bill said.“I won 200 million playing the Monster Millions ... split between two. " And miss out on sweating off a few pounds? Not a chance." Like you need to lose anything." Oh please." As she walked past, she delivered a backhanded slap to his chest. "I'm going to go read my book."Whereas outside hinted at oppression, inside smacked them with a wooolen fist of coal-fired staleness, like walking through damp cotton, breathing through a moldy sock. They had learned to move as little as possible once the front door closed. He peeled to his boxers and grabbed a water bottle. Only when theyre really good looking like you are. Now even Im starting to blush. I can tell that shes liking the attention Im giving her. Its obviously that she doesnt get it from others much. Their loss, my gain. Please dont think Im some kind of perverted schoolgirl, she lets out softly. I dont normally do this. I mean, Ive never done something like this. I dont think that at all, I said. Its just that…I really like you. Youre really sweet and you treat girls like theyre people rather than a.