She swiped it into the reader beside the elevator. They were both relieved when the elevator responded. As the display above the elevator increased, T...na held out a bunch of keys."I found these as well. We can use his car to get out. The keys are for a Mustang. There can't be that many of them in the parking lot."As Tina finished talking, the elevator signaled its arrival. Michelle braced herself, ready to fight just in case the elevator was occupied. As the doors opened, she was relieved to. As soon as I stepped in she pushed a switch and the top came up. Jen made sure it was secured first before we drove off and her tinted windows were rolled up. “So, where are we going?” I asked after I buckled my seatbelt and Jen was pulling out of my work parking lot. “Somewhere,” was her flippant reply, her eyes were on the road making sure there wasn’t any oncoming traffic before she merged. I was intrigued, but I didn’t say anything. I just sat back and watched her drive. I studied Jen. I like the way the night is so dark, and silent. I like that I can hear her breathing slowly beside me, her own dreams exciting, evidence sometimes apparent despite her heavy sleep.I like the feeling of warmth next to me, and the assurance that she won't wake until she's ready. The near-nakedness of her pantied skin next to mine, and the taut cotton covering of her tempting cleft.There's a certain power in the resistance of that temptation; in the decision to let her sleep. There's a freedom in. It was a moment before helooked me in the eye again. There was still no threat in his face. "Well,it's like this. Some of us were wondering if you might be a bit upsetabout what Moranna's done to you and to your men. We haven't been toohappy about her ourselves. You were a pretty good fighter, it seems, andyou might even have some skills no one else has against Moranna. So wedecided to keep an eye on you and see if you might want try to help ussolve this problem we have with her." You-- you've.