You popped up here in very curious circumstances, though, and I'm not going to just forget about you." So if I'm not under arrest ... I can leave?" Wh...re do you intend on going?" asked Mitch."I've been thinking about that," said Kris. "I don't know where to go. It would help if you answered some of my questions." Isn't this interesting," said Mitch. "I have all kinds of questions for you and you have all kinds of questions for me. Seems like kind of a yin yang situation, don't you think?" He. Man-system, that I strive for, entrecroise to remove references cultural and social benchmarks, to see take shape other storms, to create loopholes, to install uncertainties. Is this pure uncertain. It feeds on internal logic and constitute its organs, its substance. My behavior is the heart of my business. I am strange. I come from Vertige. I am therefore Vertige and we must not see me coming. I have more sense than feelings. Here for a part of my intention secréte… But, as one might say. He let his right hand fall over her ass and the fingers to softly drag along the slippery folds of her exposed pussy. He could see in the mirror as she gritted her teeth loving the contact. He lifted her up and sat her on his lap before leaning back and pulling her back upon his chest. He reached around and cupped her breasts with his hands letting the thumb and forefinger of each hand roll and tug on her nipples. The rough fabric of his jeans felt exquisitely naughty on her tender warm ass. Her cropped tee and denim shorts covered just enough to push a man’s imagination into overdrive. His eyes lingered on the gentle slope of her chest where (he assumed) her breasts must lie. “How old did you say you were again?” “I’m 18.” She replied, almost defiantly. “Almost 18?” “Just 18.” He paused again. She sighed, then retrieved her ID from her back pocket in a smooth, fluid motion. “Check it, I’m legal.” He looked - true enough, she just turned 18 two days ago. “Look, it’s hard to tell.