A Sequel I furrow my brows in my sleep, feeling something soft and wet touching my feet. It made sounds while touching my feet. I must be dreaming. The feeling is so appealing and so good. it sent electrifying shivers down my spine. It moved from my feet to legs getting more wet and .....wait a sec... This can't be a dream? I open my eyes and I look down. I see him. The last person I expect to do this. He is kissing my legs. What the.... I quickly move away from him. "Wha.... what are you doing?" I stutter nervously. A smile forms on his lips and I see how dull his eyes are. He is drunk. Disappointment filled me. He won't do this if he was in his right state of mind. Hell he won't even come near me. In a flash, he move closer to me and press his lips on mine. What the hell! This book is available in AMAZON as JUST EIGHTEEN: THE MARIA'S STORY.