Here i am in a public toilet in a shopping centre with me stood in black pantys in front of a man i dont know, its fucking horny . He then tells me ho... sexy i look and how fem my bottom look encased in pantys, i take that as a complement.i just blush and say thanks, then he asks me just how girly am i ??, i am taken a back a little by that statement i see why he has asked he has a big bulge in trousers. Without me given a reply he orders me into a cubicle , yet again i find myself doing as i am. ” Maddi returned to her book. “Oh, it’s not—the—same—reason.” Diana snipped with a staccato rhythm. She looked up the busy atrium. It was the standard comings and goings of college kids. Studying, jogging, eating. But Diana always saw more. “Look at them, Maddi.” She scowled. “They used to scare me so much. I’d keep my cock tucked between my legs like a coward, worrying ‘Does she know? Does he?’” “I know Diana. I know. We both did the same thing.” “But by my calculations, our country’s. " I said. "We ... our unit ... went places we didn't go, to countries we might have been allies with, and didn't meet people who had strayed from the acceptable path and weren't amenable to mending their ways. You could call us the Reapers. As you have sowed so shall you reap, could have been our shoulder patch ... if we had shoulder patches ... if we wore uniforms ... if we existed."Last mission and a wakeup sort of thing. I was never going to be a general ... not even as a retirement. He told the Sheriff, “He just spilled the milk. Does he have to go to jail?”The Sheriff, touched by the fact that Glen had let the kid understand the seriousness of the situation without scaring him, answered, “I have to learn if he spilled the milk by accident or on purpose. If it was an accident, he won’t have to go to jail.”The boy smiled and said, “I saw them try to hurt you. If you hurt them, it must have been by accident. Don’t worry, you won’t have to go to jail.”Glen smiled and.