I was sure Angel could use a break.There were three other people inside. One of them I knew’ I knew real well!I signaled Angel that I was taking ove....“So, they know I’m up here,” I said. The man shrugged.“Yes,” said Jacob Paskin. I guess I was done worrying as to whether or not he was going to be mentioning the names of the bad guys.“Wonderful,” I said. “They planning on leaving me alone, or is that too much to hope for.”“Way too much to hope for,” he said. I nodded.“Figures,” I said. “So, why. ‘I need to pee.’ I knew this was going to happen and I prepared a small cooking pan for him to use. Before we started the process I explained that he had a wound near his penis and it was very important to carefully urinate into the container. I asked him to try to release it gradually, and that I would hold his penis inside the container. He agreed, and I was surprised how well this little homemade teapot worked. My nurse training should have provided a better way to observe Jake’s long thick. I wish I could say I told her to take me out and show me the town. That I took her to lunch, or shopping, or we went and walked the streets hand in hand. That we talked and laughed and shared a fine, sunny Florida afternoon together, breathing in the cool salt air and watching gulls swoop and circle as we talked about our childhoods and sweet nothings and what we wanted out of life while people walked past and commented what an odd but happy couple we made. Instead, I led her down the hall to. My C cup breasts were held in place by my favorite black lace bra and covered with a black shirt. My skinny jeans hugged my firm ass nicely. I wore sunglasses that covered my bright green eyes."Well, I am here to help with anything you need,” she said. “Go ahead and start browsing and I will get you a changing room to use." She smiled then turned and walked away.Misty was a bubbly, sexy girl. She looked to be in her early twenties and had bleached blonde hair and big brown eyes. Her breasts.