| Walking down stairs, feeling slightly more secure in the new jeans than you were in the night gown, you struggle to keep the tube top in place. You aren't exactly accoustomed to wearing them and it's a little embarassing. You reach a room that resembles a living room and look around. 'Who ever this guy is, he has nice taste' you think to yourself. You walk on looking for the dinning room or kitchen and your "host" Just then a dog comes walking into the hall. When you realize it's the same dog from before you squeek and start to back away slowly. As you're backing away the dog notices you and turns into a young man. He has blue wild hair, is about 5'9", has bright topaz eyes and looks kind of lanky. You stop dead in your tracks as he strides over to you. 'It's you' he says as he stops in front of you. 'How did you. . ' you try to ask only to be quieted by his soft lips covering yours. You make a surpirsed sound but he only pulls you into a tight embrase. 'He stronger than he looks' you think as he slips a hand up the back of your shirt. His tounge slips in your mouth and you moan slightly. 'Damn dog' The "dog" is yanked off you by the collar. You stumble back a step and try to get your bearings straight. |