You Are Mine

StellaI could feel his eyes on me. I wasn't sure where he was sitting,or what he even looked like, but I could feel his eyes on me. It waslike he was staring straight into my soul, trying to figure me out.My black dress rose up against my thighs as I sat there, imaginingall the erotic scenarios that I would kill to be in the middle of rightnow. I shuffle in my seat as I took a sip of my drink, the glass nowempty as I twirl the straw in between my fingers.