" Bonnie couldn't believe she'd said that to him. She didn't even know where that came from, and she'd said it before she even said hello to the man! ...He must think I'm some sort of basket case," she thought. "My God, what is wrong with me?! I just can't seem to keep it together whenever he's around!"From the way that he was smiling while paying for her coffee, it was obvious that Greg didn't think there was anything wrong with her."I'm sorry I stood you up yesterday," he began as they walked. A grin came upon my face as I kissed her neck again. On cue she turned her head back and we started to make out again. My index finger was next to join my middle finger, I stuck them in the whole way and started to finger her as if I was digging for gold. I continuously switched from rubbing her to fingering her. Her body language and grinding started to behave in jolty and in sudden movements. She was pretty much getting fucked. After a couple of minutes her body language was so choppy that. He did go to pee and discovered he could do it himself with the waist chain. I made sure he washed his hands, washed mine, and ushered him down the gangway toward the airplane. Usually there are Customs or Homeland Security guys all over, but none were around today. When we reached the door to go out, I pushed the bar and moved the prisoner out toward the steps."Crackitycrackitycrackity" Shit, that was an AK on full auto." The prisoner was down but too far out for me to reach. I used my cell. Allan tried to explain his predicament; that his wife had possibly been abducted and he had to go into the ladies toilet to see if she was in there. The bouncers were bigger and beefier than Allan and when they barred his way, he considered using force but thought better of it. The language barrier didn’t make matters any easier, either. “Will someone please just tell me if my wife is in there?” Allan screamed at security. They mis-read his body language and assumed he was just another drunken.