<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jerry took his chair and placed it next to her, turning to her and taking her hands in his. He understood why Ivy was so cautious and professionally he liked it. The last thing a single mom needed would be some more disappointments. The problem was that he wanted to know her better and at the same time he couldn't be open with her. He would have to tell her at some point that he had not been in the club by accident. But he wanted her to understand his intentions, not to condemn him for snooping after her. But keeping that secret from her knowledge didn't make him feel too good.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"No, Ivy. I know that I don't know you. But I want to know you, I really do. And it is not only because you are the ultimate sex goddess and I never had a better time in bed. I believe you had some really bad luck in life and it is time for a change. Not that I am saying I am what you need. We may seem to be very different, but is the Ivy I am seeing now the Ivy you want to be? I don't know, I don't know either if we really suit to each other. But I want to give it a try. I want to see you again, I want to meet your little daughter whenever you think it is the right time for that. No need to hurry anything, no need to fear anything. We have all time of the world to know each other and if we like what we learn about the other then we can go from there to the next step. But I would be very glad if you give me a chance."</span><br/><br/>He moved one of his hands up her bare arm until it reached her neck. Putting his forehead against hers, he could smell the sweet taste of her sweaty skin. Her eyes were right in front of his and so were her lips and it was hard not to kiss her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"This night never turned out like I expected it, Ivy. If anyone would have said that I will spend the night with a girl I met only hours before as the bartender of a nightclub, then I would have laughed and would have said, that it couldn't be me. I am not the guy for something like that and then it turns out that this girl is someone special. And I just hope that you feel the same."</span></div>