He begins to speak, but she quiets him by placing her finger lightly on his mouth. Parting his lips, he allows her finger into his mouth. His tongue s...ft, his mouth hot. She pulls her finger out of his mouth and steps back. The moonlight sneaks in the window falling softly on her beautiful shape. Soft curves and creamy flesh show in the dim light. The shape of her breasts is a dark silhouette in the night. She lets him see her. Watch her. Enjoy her. She knows he loves her body and she loves. "Come in" shouted a voice.I pushed the door open, "Hi" I said to the guy behind the desk. He was a broad, mean looking black man, and I left the door open behind me, fearing being alone with him. "I've come to pay for the repairs on my car" Great" He smiled, "let me just work out your bill"He pulled out some papers then, and as I hovered nervously by the door he tapped figures into his calculator."It comes out at a total of £1,983.74, please." He didn't look up, just started writing the final. Pan wasn't sure exactly what, but the crew had been tense all day long. Even his normally phlegmatic keeper was scowling and impatient, trying to rush Pan back to his cabin after dinner instead of allowing him his hour of exercise. He had put up a token resistance, but when the keeper started getting angry, Pan backed down. He was not ready to force a confrontation yet.Back in his room, Pan waited, and planned. He had managed to identify five sound and three vision surveillance devices in his. He was going to spend six weeks in Atlanta with his uncle. Everything was cool.There were a few letters from Anna, she was having a good time. It was interesting living in another culture. Her Spanish was coming along well, and she was making some new friends.Michael's summer passed quickly in Atlanta, with trips to Stone Mountain for the laser show and the scantily clad girls who always attended. He had late night walks talking about life, love and the future with his uncle, and lazy.