She smelled of sweat and her own cunt juices, and it smelled…good. It smelled like an aroused girl. And I realized that I must smell of my own sweat... and probably of my own arousal as well.I realized this was one of those moments where our animal senses were heightened. And I wondered if she was as aroused as I was by it.My body felt sensual, electric. Alive. Sexy! And I was pretty sure that, with one thing or another, she was probably feeling the same thing. It was almost like two magnets,. She spent a long time there, and I was shocked to see her in a T-shirt and leggings when she came out.The T-shirt was a bit body-hugging, and I could clearly make out her erect nipples. She was just seeing the mirror and removing her makeup near the door. The train started slowing down, and she lost her balance. I held her so that she doesn’t fall, and I touched her in the process. She was soft.I said sorry and left her. She said thank you and went from there. I was horny on touching her, and. "Yes sir, it is."I said 'hi' to Mrs. Carson and Admiral Everheart, who made up the restof the panel."Let's talk about the match..." he talked through my opening moves ofthe fight with Streaked. "Why did you leave the top of the box you puther in uncovered?"I shrugged. "I didn't think the point was to kill?"Couldn't you just form a top and leave enough air inside?" I guess I probably could? I haven't tried it. The only other time Idid that was to encase an enemy completely in stone to his neck. And yes, a big piece of it made sense now, but not the whole picture.Helena took the tray from outside the study door and drank her coffee while her computer loaded. She opened the folder with the surveillance pictures the police had been sending her and looked them over closely.The trunk contained two big, white, floppy sun hats and two gaudy red pairs of sunglasses. Three wigs: two blonde with long, dark brown roots; and a long black one were also in the trunk. The other item had been a large.