"Briggs speaking... yes... ofcourse... Very well." She looked at him. "It's for you."Smart enough to know he could be disarmed if he got to close... "On thetable."She placed it on the table. "Very well." and then she stepped back to awall, and slid down until she was sitting.He reached over and picked up the phone. "Hello?"**eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee**A high pitch screech in his ear. He felt him self drop the gun and startto fall to his knees... then. He was asking for a copy of Die Hard I think and a few other movies. Then he left. Next thing I know he was dead on the car park.’ ‘One stall owner tells us you were arguing with him?’ ‘Well you do get the odd customer abuse. He wanted something for nothing.’ ‘We might want to speak to you again, if that is ok? We have no positive identification on this man and maybe you could later tell us something.’ ‘Fine by me babe… I mean Inspector, sorry.’ She smiled back. It had been a long time since. He said that they were four and five years younger. When he kept talking about them, I listened as I watched him cook. Learning about his family had been hard; he did not talk about them much. As he neared finishing the stir-fry, he said he sees little of his sisters now and sounded sad. “Do you want to eat at the table?” he asked as he poured some stir-fry on a plate. “Doesn't matter to me,” I said watching him pour the remainder on another plate. He walked around the bar and handed me a. After about 10 minutes of making out, Nick picked me up and laced me on the table. He started fiddling with my jean shorts all the while kissing my neck. I moaned. He grabbed my shorts and pulled them off, leaving me in my black underwear. Well, I thought, at least I didn't wear the bright pink ones. He slid his hand into my underwear, feeling my bare skin due to the fact that I had to shave for swim team. He found my cunt and, slowly, stuck in a finger. I moaned loudly. I had never been.