"Whoa, what the heck was that?" said Cranston.Smitty punched some buttons in front of him to try and get an ID on the ship. After a second he answered...Cranston's question. "That was Red's Little B." The Rascal?" Cranston was more confused than ever. "If that's the Rascal, then who's driving the bus? The kids? And why are they violating the restricted area?" We got no choice, Jer." Smitty said with a tone of regret."I know, I know," Cranston depressed the transmit button under his thumb."HQ, HQ,. ”After giving Betty, Carol, and Rita a quick kiss, I grabbed Cindy and Kim’s hands and hopped us to the United Nations building. Bashira was just outside the door with a large smile on his face.“It’s good to see you again, Doug. I hope everything is going well for you.”“Yes, Bashira. Things are busy and overwhelming at times, but we’ve not had any serious problems.”“Good! Amir is waiting for us in his office.”We followed Bashira to, and into the reception area of Amir’s office. After ensuring. "Good. I practice a lot." I'm a musician," I said. "I play guitar." I mimed a guitar then felt silly for doing so.Her big brown eyes widened and she smiled. "I like music. I am student. I work here at weekends only. You like?"I wondered what she was asking that I liked. Her? The café?"Daisuki," I said.She gave an excited couple of claps. "You speak Japanese! I like it too!" Her voice was high, soft, sweet."Would you like a drink too?" she asked."Kohi," I said.She wrote it down. "Would you like. . Yes!” Her juices flood out as her hips shake. She falls down on top of me as we both fall back on the bed. She drives her tongue in my mouth as she struggles to unbutton my shirt. I reach for my belt, but she slaps my hands away. “I’ll take care of that. Like the last time. She gets my shirt open and grabs my hand. She sticks my finger in her mouth and sucks on it as she unbuttons the cuff. When done she pulls the shirt off my arm and places my hand between her legs. I rub my wet finger over.