"I prepare to answer when my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and inform everyone, "It's Thom, he might have a lead on Megan."I answer the call, "...kay Thom, what did you find."Thom replies, "Jennifer, Megan fled the country to Venezuela and they don't have an extradition treaty with the USA."I hear Byron in the background correct him, "Thom they do have an extradition treaty, but the current regime ignores it."Thom adds, "I guess we've hit a dead end."I say, "Hold on for a moment, let me. "I ... I'm hear to see Miss Thomas." He managed to stammer out."Miss Thomas doesn't see people in her dressing room," the woman said in a cold, hard voice. "If you call her office..." But she invited me..." Stephen quickly offered. "She sent me a ticket to the show and said I should come backstage afterward." Yeah, right..." the large, somewhat angry, woman answered as she moved to close the door."Is there a problem, Katie?" came a voice from within the room. A voice so familiar that it was. ’“Call me a cab NOW!” I demandedClint suddenly moved lightning quick and before I could react, I was across his lap. He quickly put two fingers deep in my pussy, stroking and started to finger fuck me. Just as my body started to tremble, he pulled his fingers out and smoothed down my skirt. Suddenly, Clint’s hand cracked down on my ass, causing me to screech and almost slide off his lap. My hand automatically went back to protect my ass but it was quickly grabbed by Clint and held above my. Johnson came back from the dead, and without thinking, I wormed my way back inside. It never occurred to me that Andrea wasn't up for an encore. We belonged locked together in that age old embrace. It completed us both, but in ways I couldn't begin to explain. In the end, instead of two separate people, it was like we were two halves searching for the other. When we came together, we joined from the edges to the core in a way that had never happened to either of us before.Feeling the now.