‘You’re serious,’ she said, the realisation bringing her body to a standstill. ‘Yes… I am,’ he said, solemnly. ‘Well?’ he continued. T...e shock of his revelation set her mind off racing again, but not as much as earlier. She gulped and looked a little sheepish. ‘I… I can’t,’ she said instinctively, her eyes darting back and forth as if she might find an explanation for him written on one of the buildings or alongside a passing bus. She felt his grip on her shoulders slip away and he’d adopted. The Libertine sucked his tooth and his hand tapped the table between them. He leaned in—and she could feel this intimidating man’s presence. “This is not a world you could hope to understand,” and then something came over this young girl. She was scared—more scared than she had ever been. Scared by this man and his eyes and the way he made her feel and she was scared by the prospect of death and the implication of being found out in this place of weird and terrifying people and yet despite that. I snuggled deeper into my pillow and tried to sleep. The next I was aware of Michael, was feeling his breath on my legs. He was blowing, lightly, cooling me with each exhale. I murmured encouragement, and the mattress depressed slightly as he climbed on, the jet of cool air moving higher on my legs. It stopped briefly on my pussy lips, and I contracted my muscles, as the air tingled against my privates. Then his hands were sliding up my back, curving around under my arms to squeeze my tits. What he said made sense. Both of them had gone out of their way to avoid trouble. They had backed off so many times that they had reputation in the towns they went to of being soft. That rankled, but Alex was determined to honor Pop's wishes.This was the third trip he had made with Pops to Show Low, and the last time, Call Woodrow and his two sidekicks had braced them, in front of others.Even at sixteen Alex was half a head taller than Woodrow, but he was skinny as a rail. What Woodrow didn't.