”“Porn. I do porn.” I listened as she told me her story. About how she came to California at 18 with the dream of being an actress and about how... after 2 years she hadn’t had as much as an audition so she started stripping which eventually led her to the porn industry. “So, do you like, hate me know?” I hugged her.“You’re like my best friend! You’re the only friend I’ve had in a long time. So what if you do porn. It’s kind of hot.” She smiled and hugged me back. Then I told her my story, my real. The way blood and brains flew about the landscape, Jase had no doubt that the man was dead. He left the gun in the tree where it would be hard to find and jumped to the ground. He was sitting quietly in the town square when the driver returned.The driver took Jase back to Bogotá and Jase caught the plane home the next day. The papers and TV were full of the successful assassination, but Jase was never connected with it. A little adroit time traveling had returned Jase home the moment after he. She always loved to wearsilky thongs and matching bras and garterbelts. Always in matchingsets... And, she had the best collection of stockings, which she wouldwear all of the time. Even when we were in bed... She was definitelymy kind of gal, and I was sooooo thrilled!!!!! The sex was great andwe really became quite good friends, even though we both knew that wewere not truly in love with one another.Well, one day we were just lounging around in bed in her apartment.She was wearing a silky. “Well, right now, I’m looking straight at you. In about a couple of seconds, I am going to slam you against the wall and make you regret ever wanting to leave this room.” Natalia felt her body temperature slowly begin to rise as what Jake just said slowly started sinking in. She didn’t care anymore. She wanted him JUST as much as he wanted her, and for once, she was going to take a chance and see what happened. “Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked while running her tongue across her.