We’d just settled in when a waitress appeared.“David, Brook, can I get you something from the bar?” she asked.I was of two minds about the staff...using my name. In a way, it was nice to feel like they knew you well enough to use it. It was like going to Granny’s, and you were a valued customer. That was different, though; Granny’s had built a relationship over time. This felt a little creepy. I’d never meet this woman, and she was using our names like she knew us.I imagined she just assumed we. ... braless. I was already hard from the dirty talk at dinner and could not resist following her to the kitchen. When I arrived in the kitchen after her she was standing there at the sink with her ass poking out as if she new I would follow. I stood behind her and she moved her ass out a little more as to rub my cock through my shorts. I wasn't wearing any underwear and my hard dick was popping through my shorts already. I reached down to squeeze that ass of hers and at the same time spread the. "I don't knowhow we would have explained Paula Grunwald having one from further upthe line when she supposedly boarded the train here." Yes, that was still in my jacket pocket," I said. "I threw bothtickets away weeks ago."Since Helmut believed I was already on the train before the real Evaboarded it I couldn't let him know I had had no ticket because I onlyclimbed aboard when it was stopped five miles out of the village."Bruno Gruber," said Gerda, shaking her head, "I still can't believe hegot. She was frantically looking for a place to hidewhen the shape of a woman holding two bags of garbage stepped out thedoorway and looked directly at her.For several moments, neither said a word. While Nikki was franticallylooking for a safe place to run, likely directly behind her, the woman,dressed in an imposing black suit that was a stark contrast to hergolden blonde hair, coolly appraised the young girl with eyes hidden inshadow."And who might you be?" she asked with a purr in her voice."N-no.