Tina strutted down the sidewalk, confidence exuding itself in each step. She held her head high, a contented smile playing along her lips. Her khaki linen capris hugged her legs tightly, showing off her well-formed curves. The black spaghetti strap tank rode up on her stomach, showing a glimpse of the well-toned stomach she sported. She opened the door to the Planet and smiled brightly at Marina, who was manning the cash register.

“Marina, hi, how are you?” Tina asked, resting her hands on the counter in a carefree manner.

Marina returned the smile and replied, “I’m good, Tina. How are you?”

“Never been better. I’m actually waiting on Bette, so I was wondering if I could get a macchiato while I wait.”

“Absolutely.” Marina rang up the order. When Tina handed her a bill, she held up her hand. “On the house.”

Tina tilted her head slightly and continued to smile. “You sure?”

Marina smirked a little. “I always mean what I say.”

Tina eyed her for a moment and nodded. “Alright. But I’m paying next time.”

She nodded slightly. “As you wish.” Marina walked over and began making Tina’s macchiato.

Tina found a table and sat down. She glanced around the establishment and saw that everything was finally finished. She smiled and made a note to sit outside next time she came by. Tina glanced over at a small statue sitting comfortably in the middle of the circular garden in the center of the outdoor area. As she studied its feminine form, she drifted off into her own reverie.

Encased tightly in strong arms, hands running slowly up and down, up and down her back. Warm breath opened her mouth with the supple lips that accompanied it, and she fell down into that dark well of oblivion.

A moan, a sigh escaped her lips as she was softly assaulted by her assailant, wanting this erotic invasion to stop, but wanting so much more never to leave this place of ecstasy. Control was held but for a moment – long enough to push away the destruction, the destructor, and long enough to know it was all she wanted.

Heat, molten moisture rolling down her legs like a hot spring explosion seeping through her already weak barriers. This was her assailant. Only hers