‘It’s uh, seen better days I suppose.’ Diego shrugged, ‘It still works right?’ ‘Mmhm.’ ‘Then it’s good enough for me. Say, how much ...o I have on this thing?’ Captain Embers scrunched her nose in thought, ‘From what I know, it plugs into your helmet and records everything you do or say or think. It’s like Betty’s journal.’ Diego frowned at the chip and held it as if it were a venomous snake poised and ready to bite. ‘You’re going to have to get used to her you know, she won’t go away and we. And might want more. Clays cock pulsed as she feigned no further interest in him, moving away to view other books, which she now had no interest in whatsoever, prompting further action from him.“ ... but I do agree, his artwork is...” He swallowed hard, not quite believing he was having this conversation with a woman, the thrill of it interrupting his sentence.“ ... is, very appealing.” Cathy smirked at his dull attempt at keeping her interested, his tone almost containing a pleading element to. .He had hard abs with a really defined chest. His arms were very well muscled, but I couldn’t see any big veins. I was transfixed with the way his muscles moved under his skin. He just danced with me...smiling, but never touching. I found myself staring, and wishing that he would.Confused, I leaned in, and asked if we could go back upstairs for a bit. I was suddenly feeling very hot, and needed to cool off. He saw me swaying, and brought me back up to the main bar.He asked if I was. Obenrum trug sie aber immer noch einen von ihren Schlabberpullis.Anna plapperte schon wieder, nämlich darüber, dass es sooooo warm sei und der Weg von ihrer zu unserer Wohnung viiiiiiel zu weit. Ich äußerte pflichtgemäß mein Mitleid.„Boah Mann, ist das warm", japste Anna wieder. „Ich muss mal bisschen strippen, bevor ich hier vor Hitze eingehe." Mit diesen Worten zog sie kurzerhand ihren Pulli über den Kopf. „Puuuuuh, besser", meinte sie. Wow, das war wirklich besser. Viel besser. Denn unter.