Vicky could stay there for years, evencenturies and never be spotted.Hands on hips, I nodded. "Looking good, Vicky. I'll send you threepulses on the h...ndset if everything is all right when I get down. Iwon't be calling too much. If they're suspicious, they might track thesignal back to you." I understand, Debbie. Don't take any more chances than necessary." I'll do my best. Believe me, I don't want to start any trouble."Climbing in my seat, which I'd since modified for my wider hips, Istrapped. "Wow, you are smart," she smirked.I had had enough of this bratty cunt. I reached into my pocket for my phone, and keeping the pistol leveled to her head, started dialing."No, please don't call the cops, I'll do anything you want!" Her attitude suddenly change to a pleading, frightened girl with wide scared eyes,I liked this better. "Anything?" I asked."Anything," she said in a hushed voice.The thoughts racing through my head combined with seeing here heaving tits made my cock spring up like a. I walked up to say hello and he tried to shake my hand and kiss me on the cheek at the same time, while I was going for a quick peck on the lips. The resulting face mangle left us both blushing and looking a bit uncomfortable.“You grab a table and I’ll get a drink. What would you like?”He came over to the corner table with a bottle of beer and a glass of white wine and sat down, grinning. The conversation flowed, it was like we were back online. The nervousness was forgotten as we talked about. There was the usual mix of appreciative and angry comments, but one haunted her: a resentful ex-boyfriend recognised her freckles on her boobs, and threatened her.She was shaken to the core, and it took her hours before she could even think of getting to sleep. She normally slept naked, because she loved being nude; but she needed comfort more than anything right now, so she snuggled into her thickest pyjamas and buried herself underneath not one, but two quilts. It was well past midnight.