Quickly with my heart racing, I ran towards the door and locked it. I looked behind me and noticed the back door in this room, so I ran and locked tha... one as well. Even though the doors were both locked, this didn't mean she couldn't unlock them, so I had to come up with another plan. I looked towards the window and thought of jumping out, but then I would injure myself, and possibly end up with a broken leg because the ground was far down. I hurried towards the closet and slid the right panel. The story is a medium of expression. Absolutely no offense is meant, intentional or otherwise, to persons of any gender, nationality, caste, creed, religion, color, orientation.Hi all, I’m Rohan, a bottom gay man. I live in Bangalore and have quite an active sex life. These stories contributed to ISS are real experiences. The names and places alone have been changed to protect the identities of those involved.Physically, I look like an ordinary person, sporting grey hair, and a beard. Sexually. I need to work out the most viable and worthwhile bank"."Bank, I thought you said it was cash in transit job!" All in good time my friend, don't rush what you don't know. Once all the plan is mapped out I will let you all know" Okay, fair play. Anything else you need?" Not from you but find out if Rob has the cars sorted. He needs to stash them for a couple of months. He has the address to put them in" Yeah no problem, I will let you know as soon as I do" You know the motors I like, dark with a. The old black man at the grill was a classically trained chef at the state prison, I expected. I had no idea which of them was in charge. It didn't seem to matter it worked."That was very good." I said it to the young woman wearing Deloris's name tag. "Deloris could you tell me where is the nearest public Wifi hotspot?" I think there is one at the McDonald's in Pascagoula, oh yeah and the public library there," she informed me.I thanked her, also I left her a 25% tip, then headed out the door..