Danilo
After I had helped Dove take things back to his villa I made the journey to Sandy's which was closer to the beach. Constantly I cussed myself as I walked towards it. Couldn't I for once ignore the stereotype that all men never thought with their heads but rather what was in their pants.
Once Dove was in my arms I lost control of my common sense. All I saw was him and I never knew when to stop. If Sandy hadn't come along the universe knows how far I would have taken it and I knew I couldn't use the excuse that Dove had lost his contacts… into his shorts?
No one would believe that.
When I approached the door Sandy was already standing there with her arms folded over her chest.
"He's your assistant," she yelled, "and 19!"
"You didn't seem to have a problem with that when you wanted him," I snapped back, "don't judge me."
