She whimpered and continued her slow masturbation, sliding her fingers in and out, grinding her clit into the palm of her hand. Her mom's legs felt so...t and warm."Wanna' smoke?" Carrie paused her fingering and pulled a cigarette out of the pack on the end table."Sure." Krista replied, slightly out of breath. Her mom lit two cigarettes and passed one to her. She took a drag, her lips sticking to the cigarette. She paused before she exhaled, tilted her head back and blew the smoke into the air. I quickly turned back into cat form and hid under the reference section.I never did find out who she was or why she was crying, but at least I'm pretty sure she stopped once she started screaming. So, mission sort of accomplished. And I learned a new skill.I spent the next several days sneaking into neighborhood stores like American Apparel and Banana Republic at night and stealing what I needed. I say stealing now, but I had no concept of theft at the time. Cats have one verb for stealing,. He crept over, but found only a giant safe with a plaque on it. Inscribed on the plaque was the Second Amendment.In the kitchen, there was nothing but broken glass and overturned chairs. Roberto reached the front door without encountering the targets. Bravo Team had recovered and rushed in to meet him."Boss, it's Roberto." He clicked on the throat mike. "No sign of them. They must be upstairs. One of our guys is dead; they've got at least one gun!" Shit!" Max yelled. "Level the fucking house.. “I don’t suppose you know where Eric might be hiding?” Tracy asked. Ricky swallowed his mouthful of java and nodded. “Yeah, he left,” Ricky said. Tracy was surprised. “Left? How?” “Toby. He found the keys to his uncle’s Porsche and wanted to take it for a ride. They asked me. I told them I was dying and to go without me.” “Oh,” Tracy said, a little surprised. It seemed out of character for Eric to go joyriding, especially in a “borrowed” car with Toby. “Do you know when they left?” Ricky.