Chapter Nineteen
It was Friday night. There was a knock on my door.
“Who is it?
“Hey Jack, it’s your little Angel. Are you ready for me and a great night on the town?”
I smirked as I tried to knot my tie, and opened the door.
I stopped, my mouth wide open and just stared. “Well, look at you! You sure are a sight, Samantha!”
Sam walked into my room and did a twirl. I looked her up and down, and whistled. She wore a strapless midnight-blue dress. It was shaped tight around the bodice and flared right out from the waist down. The front of her dress sat just above her knees as the back of it sat longer, about 4 inches above the ankles, all to accent her beautifully shaped legs. She wore a pair of black high-heeled shoes that made her appear as tall as I was.
“Well, what do you know? You
