He pinched them together, grinned happily and shifted his backpack into a more comfortable position before setting off to find a hostel."Baksheesh." A...scruffy man appeared at his side, drawn by Mark's obvious youth and the fact he was a tourist.Mark shook his head and carried on walking."Eenglissh? Frensh? Gjermaan? Eetalliaano?" The man persisted, tugging the sleeve of Mark's weather-beaten jacket.Mark smiled apologetically and pulled the empty pockets of his faded jeans out, shrugging his. Now he was stumbling over his words, with a scared-shitless look on his face. I didn’t know if I’d ever seen a grown man so vulnerable.He didn’t want to talk in public, so we walked to his car, which was parked around the corner. We just sat there for a minute, with me in the passenger seat and him in the driver’s, while he tried to figure out where to start.“Y-you’ve got to understand,” he said, “my dad is not a guy to fuck with. I-I mean, he used to be a Navy SEAL and everything, and he. I’m a computer programmer and have been since I was fourteen. It’s what makes me happy.”“What else makes you happy?”I wanted to say wild sex with teenage girls, but I figured that wasn’t an appropriate answer in a business context!“Karate.”“You said you were an instructor. Are you fully licensed?”I nodded, “6th Dan.”“That’s impressive. I mean that. That means you’ve been recognized for your contributions, in addition to being a full instructor. That’s no small achievement. Would you consider. I’m going to enjoy sucking on those babies and I’ll bet your cunt is dripping wet now, isn’t it?” Brooke was embarrassed that her body was responding so eagerly, but she nodded her agreement and compliance with Marica’s advances.“C’mon, it’s just about lunch time. We can go to the same place that did mine.” They climbed into Marica’s car and in five minutes they were at the piercer’s store. It never occurred to Brooke to say no, so enthralled was she with this Hispanic minx. Marica ordered.