I was away for a while when I was in the Marines.”“Wow! I knew you looked like a soldier.”“Yeah, cutie. I’m a Marine, not a soldier.”“My...bad. But, you think I’m cute?”“Yes. Yes, I do.”“Thanks,” Aric blushed. “I think you’re cute too.”Mitch chuckled, “I don’t think anyone has ever referred to me as cute.”“Well...Maybe I should say handsome. You know in a mature, daddy kind of a way.”“So, I look good for an old man?”“That’s not what I mean. You look good period.”“Thanks! You need some more. The only metal on the courier’s person was in the special packet he carried in his left hand.The courier laid the packet on the desk in front of the Security Chief and bowed, respectfully. The crisp lines of his clothing and his alert demeanor indicated nothing of the hours he had spent traveling halfway around the globe to deliver this information in person to his superior.“This is from our American offices in New Mexico, sir,” the courier stated. “On this disk is the confirmation of the data. Smiling like the dirty motherfucker that I am.That was a fun night.Suddenly Robin was telling me to slow down. She was off the phone with her sister. She told me I was driving like shit. But hell, I had forgotten we were driving and I had gotten lost in daydreams again. Robin laughed and told me I was an asshole and reached over, squeezing my cock in my pants. She told me she couldn't believe me, all hard and turned on. She asked what I was thinking about, then said, or who rather should be the. During the 10 minute drive to the cafe,she reached over and lightly stroked my cocktail that was still sticking straight out of my zipper. This was making it very hard to concentrate on driving. She really knew how to work a cock. She would stroke me to the edge and then stop just long enough for me to calm down, then she would start up again. When we arrived at the cafe, we noticed that there weren't many cars in the lot, but Hanna had chose to park in the back of the lot.I pulled into the.