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With the sun shinning down on the grass making it glow to a beautiful twilight, I sat there wondering what to do. It was too early to go out, and too late for any serious pursuits of employment. Perhaps just a troll around the block. That way maybe I could at least convince myself, I had done something. Dusting my behind off as I got up, and pretending not to notice his stares, I head for the exit.

Mainly upper class clothing shops crowded the store fronts. Perhaps there were some nice lonely offices up in the interior of the buildings. Someplace dark, where I could hide the fact that I could only type 35 wpm. It was a curse, but one that I was in a way, proud of. Attention to detail, eh? Catching my reflection in a long store front window, I decided that maybe even that was out of the question today. Hmm, he's still following me. Wonder what he wants, guessing the answer, I wonder if that would be a good, or bad thing. Not today. But, maybe he knows someone who'll give me a job. From the way he is dressed it wouldn't be a reputable one. But sometimes those were the most fun. Sleazy bars, strip joints, red light districts; funny how you meet the most "reputable" people there. Mayors, Governors, quick witted dummies. Always knew how to get into trouble, and how to get outta it. But could never stay away from it. Focusing on the lane ahead, I realized I had to go somewhere, residential would never do. Turning quickly, I hopped up the stairs of a crisp lilac scented salon.

Listening, no footsteps, he's done this before. Running now that I am out of earshot, I bound up the stairs breathless. Reaching the top floor, there are no offices here. Maybe storage areas, or someone's idea of apartments. At least the rats seem to like it. Exploring the maze of hallways, I finally hear the footsteps that I am half dreading, and half anticipating. Ahh, great, kicking in the door to the last flight of stairs that leads to the roof, I take them slowly. Funny how they lock them from the inside, as if some rooftop maniac, might come.

Stepping out into the sunshine, I am almost blinded by the light. Now, where to hide? There is a disarrangement of garden implements scattered along one corner, watering can, broken pots, a trowel. Not big enough to hide under. Of course the smoke stacks! Hearing the door creak, I make a break for the largest clump, along the South side. The click of high-heals on the gravel and tar make my heart jump in my throat, and butterflies take it's place. Peaking around the side of a particularly nasty stack. He's walking around the shed that covers the stairs, in an almost commando fashion. Extremely alert, and sensitive, he snaps his head to the ladder at the North side of the building. His semi-blonde hair radiant in the sunshine, sweat glistening along the back of his neck, the glitter polish on his toenails winks at me. Suddenly he twists the lower half of his body to match the direction oh his head. Sensing that action is soon to come, I brace myself for takeoff. Where to? Watching the sun glint off his earrings, I try to concentrate. But his flight still catches me off guard, while he jogs over to the ladder, I make a run for the stairs. My heavy boots grate on the gravel. Focusing on the stairs, I run harder. If I can just get down those stairs before he catches me. Banging into the doorframe, clanging down the old worn steps, not much farther. Landing on the last step with both feet, heart pounding my ears, I allow myself a satisfied smile.

This has been a fun game. Turning to shut the door, my hand freezes on the handle. He too has allowed himself a satisfied smile. Quick!!! Run or Stay. But he's too quick. His hand on mine squeezes it hard against the metal doorknob. I look down at his petite hand crushing my own. Don't react. Stop breathing soo hard. "Look up at me," he says, somewhat breathless. Following his command, I let my eyes trail up his body in a very disgusting way. Taking in every inch of him. Open toed sandals, tight black jeans, aqua coloured hippie tee-shirt with sparkles. Dimpled chin, pouty lips with a sensual curve to them, distinguished nose, model eyes. The deep blue depths morphing soo many different emotions.

"Why did you run from me?" He slowly drawls.

"Why were you chasing me?" I try to ask with as much attitude as possible. A very malicious grin replaces his pout. I feel the heat from his body as he moves closer. Watching his line of sight move from my face down my body to my free hand which has decided to show contempt by resting my hip. It's like a dream and some unseen force is holding you motionless. Taking my free hand in his, he places it on his breast. Reaching up he cradles my head. Tugging at the hair on the nape of my neck he pulls until my mouth opens slightly. Leaning down over me, from the step above, he lets his tongue slid over my lips. Teasing me.

Without even thinking, I twist my hand out from under his and push him backwards towards the stairs. Watching the shocked look on his face with satisfaction, I don't notice his arms grabbing my waist on the way down. Opening my eyes, I feel his breath on my cheek.

"Damn you!" I shout at his laughter.

"You're soo cute," he says giggling into my ear, and wrapping his arms tighter around me. "So, do I win now?" He asks.

"Oh I guess." I say pouting and wiggling in his arms.

"Good, lets go home then." He says just before kissing me.

The End