But when she spoke they opened. "Hi, grandpa," she said. "Hope you're feeling well today. Or at least not too bad."She remembered now with shame her p...an to look inside his underwear. What had she been thinking? She'd brought a book: 'Where the Wild Things Are'. She started to read, but somehow all she could think of was her panties and how much grandpa liked looking down there. She brushed away a flush of embarrassment as she opened her legs to give him a clear view up between her legs. He was. Bruce knew when to shut up. Besides, he had stated theobvious. I did indeed know The Greek better than anyone else. I gave hima faint nod of acknowledgement on that point."As you know," the Admiral continued, "Mr. Papivassilou has been engagedin a series of industrial espionage activities since his terminationfrom the CIA. He's very good at his game though, and this is the firstconfirmed sighting of him in nearly five years."I could have pointed out that a better man - me - could have tracked. He surprises her by tossing it in her direction. ‘Count it,’ he says, his gun on her again. She stares him in the eyes as she drops to her haunches and unzips the bag. She runs her nails along the surface of the bills, appreciates how unforgiving the stacks feel beneath her french tips. She snaps a rubber band. ‘Quit fucking with it, and count it,’ Mint says. She hears the click as he cocks the hammer, another click as he uncocks it. Everything remains a tic with him. Almost everything, at. Soon, soon I would get a boyfriend and some cock. "What a little slut," someone murmured in my ear and I almost fell face-forward into the living area, interrupting my parents' intimate moment. Strong arms caught me and pushed me back against the wall I was hiding behind, in a similar fashion to how mom had been minutes ago. Darren was staring at me with those brown eyes of his, an indecipherable look on his features. I thought he was going to rat me out, call our parents, get me punished, but.