" She got up and went to the kitchen for a few moments before returning with a shallow saucer. "This'll have to do I guess." She took another drag off...the long, white cigarette, not as luxurious as the first, but also less self-conscious, and flicked in the makeshift ashtray. She held the cigarette up in front of her. "I quit when I found out I was pregnant with you. Well, that was one of the things I quit. I'd forgotten how much I'd enjoyed it. " and then to her son, the sardonic smile notched. They squeezed just below her ass cheeks, thumbs skating along her freshly waxed outer labia, then pulling them apart to view her pink center. “Oh my. Did you know you were dripping already, pet?” he asked, a smirk evident in his tone. She nodded, feeling her blush deepen. “Yes, Sir. I can't help it.” He chuckled, then made her gasp when he pressed her labia back together and rubbed them along each other. The sensation was smooth, slick. When he pulled them back apart, they made a quiet, wet. It would have sounded attractive to Sara had she not been so uneasy. His accent was foreign, too, though she couldn’t place its origin. The instinct to feel into him with her vala was strong, but she ignored it.“I’ve never liked it,” Sara replied carefully, hoping the man would take her for a local, not a newcomer. In the street and square around them, more people were beginning to bustle about as the sky above turned from grey to pink.“Not many do,” he remarked. “But all accept. That is the. "Yes, Laura, what may I do for you?" he asked in a polite but stiff voice.Laura leaned back in Seeger's chair and gave him an amused look. "Why did you bother to come in today, Seymour?" Because until I am told otherwise, this is still my job. Kindly remove yourself from my chair so that I may go about it." Oh, you have very little to do today," Laura said as she stood, though she remained behind the desk. "Except, perhaps, pack up your belongings."Seeger marched inside and closed the door.