Thakur moved his hand back where she could not follow it, but at least he was off her thigh. What she didn’t realize was his intention to caress her...ass and when he did this she could not reach behind and stop him. She gasped as the squeezing made her tremble but she gripped the door hard to steady herself. Thakur’s hand searched for the top of her churidar, under the kurta so he could touch the flesh of her midriff, flesh he longed to feast on. Fingers closed on her torso, rough large hands on. After several minutes of searching, I find her in my bedroom in a fetal position. “I’ve got you right where I want you.” I say. I take off the mask, open my bedroom window and dangle her torso. She screams out the window. I should be nervous but the alcohol has me fade. I throw her back on my cold bedroom floor and close the window. “Get some clothes on bitch, we’re going for a drive.” I yell at her. We dress and I start my Dad’s Honda Civic. She is. We always had something to talk about and sometimes stayed up all night just talking about whatever. We’d change topics mid-conversation and discuss/argue/debate about the next topic until we changed again. We’d never totally finish a discussion, but neither cared. We enjoyed each other’s company immensely and all the time. Even though we were both mid-30’s, it was like being teenagers in love all over again. It was awesome. I was totally, completely in love with Darcy. For the first time in my. We had what was left of another warehouse. There was lots of rubble and such all around the warehouse as other building had been knocked down. We had a good field of fire in all directions if it came to that. Concealing the cameras on the roof we soon had our monitoring station set up and the other sentries posted.Blake told me not to worry about setting up as while there was power still here there were no comlines in this place, they had been pulled out earlier. "Then what are we doing here?.