“I could not believe it was really you up there on that stage but Alice insisted it was you. I didn’t recognize you without your glasses.”“Oh,... so you bought me for Alice. Now that makes sense…sort of.” I told him taking another sip of my cola. “Where is she?”“I am right here Caleb,” said a soft sultry voice as she came up to me, kissing me on the cheek. “How are you doing?”“I am doing super,” I answered back. “So, where are we going for dinner and when?”Alice laughed and told me, “Silly, your. She walked up the steps and stood above him, her blonde hair blocking out the setting sun. John took her in more closely. Her legs were perfection, without an ounce of fat, and he thought that he’d be able to wrap his two hands around her tiny waist. Her face was of a naughty angel, the soft eyes off-set by an inviting mouth and high cheek bones. She was no emo, her bright make-up and light pink streaks in her blonde hair showed a more cheerleader air.‘Can I have some?’ she asked, twirling her. This story iscopyright 2012 by Ayn Ryan.Permission is hereby given to share this story on the World Wide Web,provided that (a) no charge of any kind, including, but not limited to,subscription fees, is made in connection with access to the story, (b)the story is reprinted in its entirety, including this notice, and (c)proper credit is given to the author at the time of posting. All otherrights, including, but not limited to, those of adaptation to othermedia and formats, reserved to the. Carter. Nice and clean. I’ll bet yourhusband enjoys being with you, feeling that soft skinof yours underneath him. And I’ll bet there’s a sexybitch under that uppity attitude of yours. Isn’t thatright, Mrs. Carter?” Magda couldn’t believe what was happening. She nowstruggled to break free, but Rozkoo was unbelievablystrong. Rozkoo leaned further into Magda. Magda turnedaway as Rozkoo’s lips grazed over her cheek, then downher neck. Magda turned her head.