In the meantime I have somewhere I have to be."I couldn't resist it. "Will you need to get dressed first?"She laughed in that deliciously sexy way she... has. "Cheeky boy, wouldn't you like to know," and she walked off promising to meet me for another run in the morning.After a quick team meeting Allison and I were back in our suite and had both undressed ready to shower together when the phone rang. "This is the front desk," offered a smooth and cultured voice, "there's a Ms. Carson who says she. And I should've slapped Dee earlier.Lance, I'm so sorry." Wait - you slapped Dee?"Zoey nodded. "Today, before school."A chuckle escaped through Lance's sobs. "Bitch." I know, right."Zoey took Lance's hand and started gently caressing it. She looked downand saw the nail polish was gone. "You removed your nail polish." Yesterday. I don't know what to do. I, I'm not sure I can keep doingthis, Zoey." I'll support you in your decision. If you want to stop, you can. If youwant to keep going, I'll be. She looks very hot and seductive as her height is of 5ft. After my dad left her we went to my uncle’s friend’s house in Cairo in Africa. We live in his farm house and we pay rent for it. My mom generally wears salwar at home in which she looks like early 18 but her age is 37. She is a teacher in my school and every teacher and students want to just touch her as she is the hottest woman ever seen. In school the principal strictly told her to wear transparent saree below the navel as it attracts. Run to the door, and pull on it, yanking. I knew she was standing next to a blue Igloo cooler. I knew she had no hope of getting out of that door. “Hey! Mister! Wake up!” I felt her kick me on the leg, sensed her squat at my feet, as I slowly opened my eyes, and looked at her with surprise. “Who are you,” I asked groggily. “Who are you?” She asked. “John Wilson.” “Jenni Lane.” “What are you doing here?” I asked. She shook her head. She looked a little panicked to me. “What do they want.