”“I’m sorry but I do get carried away sometimes,” he said with a false smile. “Strange reaction for someone being approached by the FBI.”�...�No stranger than you just coming up and man-handling me,” she scoffed back. “And what do I have to be afraid of?”“Good question,” he said. “Where were you yesterday, say around lunch time?”“I was at my apartment, eating lunch.”“No doubt packing to leave for your little trip.”“As a matter of fact no,” she said. “I had a couple of classes then I packed.”“Can. She must have thought I was joking so I played along and laughed also. Charlotte headed off to take her shower and I hurredly went to my room to give Dandy a workout. I had just started fucking myself when my bedroom door opened up and in walked Charlotte wrapped in a towel. She saw how I jumped and that both my hands were under the blankets when she walked in. She asked me if she had interrupted something. I told her, "Nothing that can't wait a few more minutes. She then asked if she could. The struggling got her nowhere, but suddenly I stopped and straightened up. I was on my knees next her where her legs couldn't get at me, one hand still holding the back of her coat, but lightly now, and as I straightened up my face disappeared into the shadows again. She thought maybe I'd stop now, that maybe I'd taken her far enough to get her all hot and break her spirit, and that that's what I'd wanted. Maybe now I'd stop and figure I'd taught her a lesson and humiliated her, tell her to. Or he was about to. I slid my hands down his chest and started tugging up the bottom of his white t-shirt. He stepped back and I pushed it up running my hands over his chest. His heartbeat was slow, but thunderous, assuring me that his actions weren’t simply from the heat of the moment. I pulled it over his head in one swift movement, having no time to bask in his shirtless glory afterwards. The tip of his nose grazed the skin beneath my ear and I gasped a little. Taking advantage of the fact.