all.” I sat on my couch. Yari walked over and sat next to me with about a foot separating us.
“I hope it was a good surprise,” she said.
“Very good. You look incredible.”
“Thanks.” She spoke with an air of confidence that only the most beautiful women have, women who receive a steady stream of compliments. “You’re looking good, too. Were you going somewhere?”
“I was just going to get a bite to eat.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “By yourself?”
“Yeah, I do most things by myself these days.”
“That’s too bad.”
“So where are you headed? You look like you’re dressed up for a party.”
“That’s why I’m here. I’m heading over to a party in Victorville. I was thinking you might want to come.”
“You drove all the way out here to see if I wanted to come to a party?”
“Well, I didn’t have your number, did I?”
“How did you get here? There are no cars outside.”
“Some friends dropped me off.”
“And what if I wasn’t home?”
“Then I would had called my friends to come get me. Your light was on so I told them they could take off. What’s up with the third degree?”
“There is no third degree. I’m just flattered, I guess.”
“You should be. If you haven’t noticed, I look smoking hot right now. I don’t know how often a hot woman comes to your door and asks you to escort her to a party.”
“That happens like...never,” I said.
“Then do you want to scratch your pathetic dinner plans and come with me?”
I grinned. “Sure; let me grab a jacket.”
I went to the closet and did just that. When I returned, Yari was looking at me with a big smile.
“What?” I asked.
“You look good, Josiah. Real good. I just might want a taste before we go.” Yari leaned into me and kissed my lips. I kissed her back. I had a lot of pent-up energy considering I subscribe to the no-jacking-off rule before a fight. Her lips felt soft and tender. She was such an amazing kisser. I pressed her up against my wall in my hallway and turned her body around. Her dress felt amazing. It was silky and soft. I placed my hands around her body and onto her thighs. Her perfectly-shaped buttocks pressed against my groin. I kissed her neck and slid my hands up the front of her body until both my hands were cupping her breasts. She turned her head and kissed me. Her tongue was soft and wet. Her pheromones were flying off the chart. She smelled incredible, and even her saliva smelled refreshing.
“In my entire life,” I said, “no one has ever turned me on the way you do.”
Yari stopped and looked at me with a tenderness I had not seen from her before. “That’s good,” she said. “Now we should get going.”
Then she walked to my door and outside my house. I was left there turned on, but at least I did have a place to go.
Chapter Seven
I drove us to Victorville in about a half an hour. Victorville is one of those little desert cities along Highway 15 that people pass on their way to Las Vegas. It’s in the high desert and still has a sort of old-time feel to it, the kind of place where a young Clint Eastwood might squint and settle a score, in exactly that order.
Anyway, the party was another thirty minutes off the highway, and when we finally arrived at the house, I pulled into a long, narrow driveway. I noticed there weren’t that many cars out front. I also noticed a lot of black birds flying around outside. They appeared to be the same type of birds that were hovering around Flatlands. I looked up through the windshield at the house in front us. It was, as Tommy would say, ginormous. It had a stately feel to it, and seemed better suited for a Governor or Senator, not a place you would expect deep in the heart of Victorville.
“Am I going to know anyone at this party?” I asked Yari.
“Atticai and Lena should be here, along with Wyatt and the others.” Yari looked down at my wrist. “Your wrist seems to be healing.”
“Yeah, the teeth
“I hope it was a good surprise,” she said.
“Very good. You look incredible.”
“Thanks.” She spoke with an air of confidence that only the most beautiful women have, women who receive a steady stream of compliments. “You’re looking good, too. Were you going somewhere?”
“I was just going to get a bite to eat.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “By yourself?”
“Yeah, I do most things by myself these days.”
“That’s too bad.”
“So where are you headed? You look like you’re dressed up for a party.”
“That’s why I’m here. I’m heading over to a party in Victorville. I was thinking you might want to come.”
“You drove all the way out here to see if I wanted to come to a party?”
“Well, I didn’t have your number, did I?”
“How did you get here? There are no cars outside.”
“Some friends dropped me off.”
“And what if I wasn’t home?”
“Then I would had called my friends to come get me. Your light was on so I told them they could take off. What’s up with the third degree?”
“There is no third degree. I’m just flattered, I guess.”
“You should be. If you haven’t noticed, I look smoking hot right now. I don’t know how often a hot woman comes to your door and asks you to escort her to a party.”
“That happens like...never,” I said.
“Then do you want to scratch your pathetic dinner plans and come with me?”
I grinned. “Sure; let me grab a jacket.”
I went to the closet and did just that. When I returned, Yari was looking at me with a big smile.
“What?” I asked.
“You look good, Josiah. Real good. I just might want a taste before we go.” Yari leaned into me and kissed my lips. I kissed her back. I had a lot of pent-up energy considering I subscribe to the no-jacking-off rule before a fight. Her lips felt soft and tender. She was such an amazing kisser. I pressed her up against my wall in my hallway and turned her body around. Her dress felt amazing. It was silky and soft. I placed my hands around her body and onto her thighs. Her perfectly-shaped buttocks pressed against my groin. I kissed her neck and slid my hands up the front of her body until both my hands were cupping her breasts. She turned her head and kissed me. Her tongue was soft and wet. Her pheromones were flying off the chart. She smelled incredible, and even her saliva smelled refreshing.
“In my entire life,” I said, “no one has ever turned me on the way you do.”
Yari stopped and looked at me with a tenderness I had not seen from her before. “That’s good,” she said. “Now we should get going.”
Then she walked to my door and outside my house. I was left there turned on, but at least I did have a place to go.
Chapter Seven
I drove us to Victorville in about a half an hour. Victorville is one of those little desert cities along Highway 15 that people pass on their way to Las Vegas. It’s in the high desert and still has a sort of old-time feel to it, the kind of place where a young Clint Eastwood might squint and settle a score, in exactly that order.
Anyway, the party was another thirty minutes off the highway, and when we finally arrived at the house, I pulled into a long, narrow driveway. I noticed there weren’t that many cars out front. I also noticed a lot of black birds flying around outside. They appeared to be the same type of birds that were hovering around Flatlands. I looked up through the windshield at the house in front us. It was, as Tommy would say, ginormous. It had a stately feel to it, and seemed better suited for a Governor or Senator, not a place you would expect deep in the heart of Victorville.
“Am I going to know anyone at this party?” I asked Yari.
“Atticai and Lena should be here, along with Wyatt and the others.” Yari looked down at my wrist. “Your wrist seems to be healing.”
“Yeah, the teeth
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