Our Secret
She was creating quite a stir. She always did. Amongst the endless sea of blonde, half-naked college lovelies gyrating tothe pounding hip-hop with her, she simply stood out. It wasn’t that she was tall, with full breasts and slim hips. It wasn’teven her long, wavy black hair, or the way her legs seemed to end somewhere in the vicinity of her throat. It was far lesstangible than that. Perhaps it was the way she danced; uninhibited, pornographic, alone. No matter how many bodieswere pressed...