| Author: | Brock Johnson | ISBN: | 9780463473337 |
| Publisher: | Brock Johnson | Publication: | March 10, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Brock Johnson |
| ISBN: | 9780463473337 |
| Publisher: | Brock Johnson |
| Publication: | March 10, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Jonas meets Maya on the hot, August streets of Manhattan's upper west side and a sizzling afternoon ensues:
"She blushed a little. She reached about and squeezed my hand a moment. The power was having its effect! “Anyway,” she said. “No one was contributing. I even started flashing and that didn't work! All I got were a couple skeevy dudes who tried to catch a glimpse without paying!”
Ah hah! “Well,” I said, “I appreciated it.”
“Really?”
“You have beautiful hair,” I said, and glanced down.
She looked down a moment. Then she looked at me again. “You think so?”
I pushed. “Absolutely, Maya! It's gorgeous, all thick and natural.”
She looked down, the pulled the crotch of her shorts to the side. “You're the first guy I met who liked it just the way it is.”
“It's beautiful,” I said. I glanced down at it, then back at her face. “I wouldn't change a thing.”
She smiled and she was radiant. “What do you like about it?”
“Everything!” I said.
She was taken aback. “Wow.” She looked around. The heat of the day had driven everyone from this stretch of Riverside Drive. Several blocks away, Grant’s Tomb shimmered on the heat. To our right the street wavered. Everyone had been driven indoors into the arms of their air conditioners. She swallowed. “Here?”
I nodded. And I pushed. The power radiated out. I felt it connect with her Needs and her attraction to me. And her desire. "
Jonas meets Maya on the hot, August streets of Manhattan's upper west side and a sizzling afternoon ensues:
"She blushed a little. She reached about and squeezed my hand a moment. The power was having its effect! “Anyway,” she said. “No one was contributing. I even started flashing and that didn't work! All I got were a couple skeevy dudes who tried to catch a glimpse without paying!”
Ah hah! “Well,” I said, “I appreciated it.”
“Really?”
“You have beautiful hair,” I said, and glanced down.
She looked down a moment. Then she looked at me again. “You think so?”
I pushed. “Absolutely, Maya! It's gorgeous, all thick and natural.”
She looked down, the pulled the crotch of her shorts to the side. “You're the first guy I met who liked it just the way it is.”
“It's beautiful,” I said. I glanced down at it, then back at her face. “I wouldn't change a thing.”
She smiled and she was radiant. “What do you like about it?”
“Everything!” I said.
She was taken aback. “Wow.” She looked around. The heat of the day had driven everyone from this stretch of Riverside Drive. Several blocks away, Grant’s Tomb shimmered on the heat. To our right the street wavered. Everyone had been driven indoors into the arms of their air conditioners. She swallowed. “Here?”
I nodded. And I pushed. The power radiated out. I felt it connect with her Needs and her attraction to me. And her desire. "
