The talk is light and enjoyable, your mind replying the gentle and erotic love last night. Your mind having trouble concentrating on anything more tha...n the warm erotic feeling growing within you. Watching his naked body, you feel your hands moving about you, nervously touching yourself not sexually but almost like in response to the erotic tingle it feels. You wonder is he thinking about you, does he ache for you like you do for him. You decide to see if he is watching you, by brushing your. First, he had grownprobably two inches since I had seen him last. Even though it was themiddle of summer, he wore the same leather jacket as when I first methim. His hair was still as shaggy, the bangs dancing in his eyes,obscuring them. At the back, it was almost feathered, but not in agirly way, it just had a lot of body. It was dark brown, almost black,but the tips of his bangs were dyed orange and green. It was the typeof hair style that screamed 'I don't give a fuck what you think',. About a year ago, prostitution had been outlawed (for the woman), so had public nudity and curfews and the such had been introduced, making life doubly harder for poor women as poll taxes and clothes taxes went up at the same time. Most, like Kit, continue under the radar, risking the punishment, and who can blame her really. But I was scared; I had seen too many good girls from these streets been strung up publicly and being branded and flogged. And my mother as always had an influence. . The attendant sat perched on a fence, calling people forward in groups of 6 and handing them the heavy black hoods to cover their heads. As they got closer to the head of the queue, the atmosphere seemed to change, even Neil became more subdued as he was handed his hood.The air felt cooler here as well and Gemma shivered as the attendant looked directly at her as he explained the rules."I am the executioner," he whispered in a husky voice, his voice quiet enough that they had to press closer.