A few posters of Hollywood stars hung on the walls, some named the sexiest men alive by some magazine or another. Jack made his way into the bathroom,...still carrying the duffel bag. The door closed behind him.Daniel returned to his book, but could not focus on it as before. Thoughts of why Jack had protected that duffel bag so ferociously plagued him. He couldn't just drop the subject mentally and move on.'What's in there that he's so protective of?' he thought.In his mind, Jack was pretty. "Are you nearly finished yet"? I nearly jumped out of my masturbating skin, I had momentarily forgotten about the guy standing watch for me?"Just about", I hailed back, feeling disappointed at having to stop, when he said, "Are you doing a number two"?I laughed feeling slightly embarrassed about the fact I was having my toilet needs discussed , "No", I retorted, and then without rally knowing why I said it, I added, "I was playing with myself".I heard his footsteps walk right up to the door,. "When your man starts he should make a big deal of getting Barry to say he told me nothing. That won't be hard because he is going to tell me nothing, I don't already know. The rest your man should be able to get him to come up with." I turned and walked to Barry."Well Barry, I need to explain your situation to you. Don't say a word just listen then an interrogator will come over. First of all, I want to kill you myself, but I waited too long. That steak knife was meant for you, I could just. 50. Her salon is next to her house. I could see her sitting on a chair, she was smoking a cigarette. She was wearing a denim shirt, black jeans and high heels, her brown her reached her shoulders. She was daydreaming and had not seen me. I opened the glass door and said hi. "Hi Jake, I didn't see you, how are you doing?" She asked me "I'm okay, how are you?" I reacted. "I'm fine, I'm a bit tired because I have worked all day, but you are my last customer and I have a free day tomorrow. I'm.