<strong>Blossom</strong><br/><br/>"B-Blossom. It's my favorite flower." She stammered, surprised by his forwardness. No other man had ever touched her like that, and her instinct was to shy away. The only thing that kept her body in his grasp was her mind, constantly preventing herself from running away. He looked familiar, but she didn't dare wonder about his identity- it took all her mental power just to keep herself from turning tail and running as far away as she could.<br/><br/>"Can you tell?" Kelly replied, her voice with a tint of embarrassment. Her day job was being a masseuse, so it wasn't that she was afraid of touching men. It was only strange to be touched so intimately, by someone other than her boyfriend. She followed John without a complaint; she would need a few drinks if she was ever going to go through with this. With the way he undressed her with his eyes, Kelly was pretty sure he didn't just want a drinking companion.