"Do I still have a job with you?" she asked."If you want, bitch and bitch investigations," I said with a grin."Okay, so are we staying in county seat,...because if we are I want to move in with you." She saw my face and rushed on. "Not like that. We can just watch each others back. Working with you is dangerous." Well that much is true, but I don't know how long I'm staying here. I have to talk to Colonel Martin tomorrow and work out how we will function." I said."My god this place is so cool. I. I told him maybe later, and he asked me if I was going to cum before I left. I told him that I probably would, and he said, “Just look me up and we’ll go in a booth and you can cum in my mouth - no sense wasting it on the floor… ok, sweet man?” the fairy begged. God, but that fucker disgusted me. But I knew I’d be looking him up before I left. Like most of the arcade customers, I hung around the place watching porno for hours, then I’d jerk off just before leaving. If there was a faggot around. The two girls stared at me, aware that they knew me from somewhere but uncertain of where. I hardly expected them to remember our encounter on the train and I saw no reason to dispel their confusion.Both were dressed for the warm summer's day with loose smocks of linen in the style favoured by those of an aesthetic disposition, their hems embroidered with flowers (in Amanda's case) and animals (for Estelle). Their arms were bare: Amanda's slightly puffy and covered with fair, downy hair;. She tried to scream, but the effectiveness of the gag stopped the sound before it left her mouth.No-one would come to her rescue. No-one would stop what was happening and explain that it had all been a mistake.The noose felt tight, now, and she could feel knots behind her left ear, as the rope was stretched upwards. She was already fighting for breath, every breath was precious, however foul it tasted. She knew she was about to take her last breath, and savoured each one as if it were just.