He watched her from a position back and to the right of where she’d decided to sit, near the front of the class to be more attentive to their lecturer. So she was surprised, but also secretly pleased, when he suggested he join her in the library. Slipping her long fingers in sides of her black panties she watched as the expression on Lorenzo’s face change. “Which question did you want me to answer first, Lorenzo?”
“Eh? Phew! It was alright for them, watching the sports games out on the field. Lorenzo was clearly no amateur at this. She’d become virtually untraceable, invisible except to those in the know, or in the inner circles of her small finance world. Looks had their advantages in life, but that was the start and end of it for her. The brief email that had arrived in her inbox, barely a week ago, out of the blue.
