"Do you have any luggage?" Sharon asked."Nope, just this," Don said, pointing to the backpack that hung off his shoulders. "You did bring me a change ...f clothes, didn't you?" I did," she said. "I packed you some stuff in my overnight bag, but you're not going to need them for awhile. As soon as we get to the motel, I'm going to get you out of those fatigues, and I'm not letting you get dressed until I've had my way with you." Yowza, yowza, yowza," Don said with a laugh.As they walked to their. She was early to mid-20s, super cute, black, and wearing tight jeans that hugged the best, fittest ass you've ever seen. She looked clean, and relatively safe. I watched her from a distance as she went from one entrance to a side exit about 2 minutes after we made eye contact. This was my chance. I picked up my pace and got close to her outside as she prepped to turn around and make another swing through the casino. I was pretty buzzed and on my 5th cigarette (not a habit for me). "Your ass is. She was always more comfortable with her Dad, but she knew that he had questions he was going to ask, he was just getting them in order first. ‘So. Who is this Otis boy and why did you call him?’ ‘He’s a mechanic over in the River District. I was taking that shortcut to work so I could stop at the Awful Waffle, and my car started messing up again. I was mad and frustrated so I cussed at it really loud and I guess he heard me and helped me push it in the Mechanic shop. Well, help isn’t the right. She had done a fewmissions in the past where she had been magically disguised as someother creature than an elf, so it wasn't something entirely alien toher, but it still felt strange.She laid the skinsuit out across a root and put the bundle of clothesdown next to it and then began slowly unbuckling her heavy armor,putting each piece of thick plate down carefully on the ground. Ifanything, stripping out of her armor in the middle of a potentiallydangerous forest was much more uncomfortable to.