<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 held his breath when Cat allowed him a deep look in her cleavage and it was really hard for him to rip his eyes away from that view. That girl clearly had a body to kill for. And she knew it pretty well, as Jerry doubted that it had been an unplanned action. Somehow it looked like she wanted to turn him on. Not that it needed a lot more than her hand on his thigh, that look and her sitting so close to him now that he had no chance to escape the alluring effects of her perfume. Jerry felt light-headed and a little bit challenged like on a highschool party. Those kind of parties where various bets were made if somebody managed to steal a kiss from a boy or a girl. If he wouldn't know that this meeting was totally unplanned, he would have guessed his brothers behind it. It had that taste of it. Jerry remembered a party at university where his younger brother had asked a girl to get him laid and he had wondered all the time how a girl like her could like a boring girl like him. Cat wasn't so different from that girl, as that this memory didn't flash up again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Why do I get the feeling that you plan something, Cat? You are trying hard to make it all appear innocent, but I think you have it figured out exactly. I just have no clue what exactly you are after, but I doubt that it is only some conversation... Well, maybe that is a big fault now, but I am not made of stone...and sometimes a man has to dare something."</span> <br/><br/>Jerry put his arm around Cat's shoulder and pulled her slowly to his chest. He was anxious like on his first date, but he tried to move slow to give her the chance to react, if his intentions were the wrong ones. But Cat didn't push him back or stopped him in any way, when her body leaned against his and then his lips found hers. She had warm, soft lips and her lipstick tasted a little bit like cherry.</div>