Her mouth falls open in surprise; inadvertantly, she glances around the lounge, as if searching for some way to avoid him.Her mouth falls open in surprise; inadvertantly, she glances around the lounge, as if searching for some way to avoid him. They both know, however, that such is not really the case. He enjoys the discomfort his appraisal seems to be causing her; she is still standing by the door, uncertain of what to do next. Hesitantly, she takes a few steps towards one of the other seating areas to wait for him to finish his game. He clears his throat. She freezes, knapsack slipping to her hand as she turns back to him, eyes wide. With a nod of his head, he indicates a space next to him on the floor by his chair, then locks his eyes into hers as she approaches. When she takes to long deciding what to do next, he puts a hand over the crotch of her pants and tugs not-so-gently downward. "Sit," he says simply. "You know how." She looks at the others who are seated around the table; there are perhaps eight of them, including him, and although they all regard her from time to time with great interest, no one speaks to her. She begins to wonder if they are used to this from him. Slowly, trying not to meet anyone's eyes, she settles herself on the floor next to his chair, bum on her heels, knees spread slightly apart. Here she hesitates again, unwilling to raise her hands to her neck. This is public, she thinks. I am on display for people I go to school with. There are very few others in the lounge this late in the afternoon, and for that, she is greatful; those who do still loiter regard her with surprise. One or two whisper to their friends and gesture in her direction. Blushing, she turns her gaze away, and happens across his expectant stare. One eyebrow cocks in an unspoken statement of waiting. Grudgingly, she places her hands behind her neck, taking a moment to clear the hair from her collar. Absently, as he reaches for the next hand being dealt, he reaches out to give her right breast a forceful squeeze. She gasps softly, and turns away from the inquisitive stares of the other players. Their conversation quickly resumes, and he seems to ignore her presence as the game progresses. Almost forty minutes pass before he decides it is time to leave, and he stands, picks up his coat, and walks away from the table. |