"Do you think I'm dangerous?" asked Fingerdoo, looking at him with hungry, slightly inebriated eyes. "Yes," replied Bumfelt. "Yes, I do think you're d...ngerous." "Then why are we here?" "I don't-" "You like the danger don't you? You're drawn to it," she interrupted, turning in her seat. Her skirt hitched up. Bumfelt caught a glimpse of sheer underwear. He looked away. "You can look, Detective," said Fingerdoo quietly, shifting her legs open a little more. "I don't mind you looking." He looked.. Your hand trails slowly back down my leg as you stand. Our eyes are still locked as you place one hand on my lower back and the other on the back of my neck, and pull me toward you. We kiss passionately and everything fades away, your hand drifts down to my ass as I wrap my arms around your neck. You pull my hips against your crotch an I can feel your rock hard cock through your jeans. When we release, a few people are staring, but we don't see them. You grab my hand and my carry on with the. You can call me Trixie." Welcome Trixie. Have a seat." Thanks." She sat behind them.Michael turned in his seat to talk to her. "Jag paints," he said, gesturing to the screen. Several paintings hung on the walls of the house. Many obviously painted by the same artist, darkly colorful portraits and scenes depicting metamorphosis done in the Weimar style of Expressionism with oddly chosen colors for skin and heavy brush strokes that gave the paintings a dark yet vibrant emotionality. The painting. I went into full battle mode and slammed my fist down on his extended arm. I don’t know how hard I hit him, but there was TK strength added to my own. I aimed for his wrist, and my blow shattered it immediately. He screamed and tried to jump back, but I grabbed that arm with the broken wrist and held on to give me some leverage when I smashed his opposite elbow. I then jammed my fist into his solar plexus and let him fall to the ground.The next man tried to hit me in the chest. I’m not sure.
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