She continues to be aloof though, happy to raise a cheeky eye brow but not giving me much indication. I round the corner of the maze in hot pursuit of...a young boy who has taken a liking to me and enjoys being thrown in the air. There standing illuminated in a ray of sunshine is my butterfly. She is standing hand on hip, her eye brow cocked! My thoughts of tickling my young prize now thoroughly distracted. Her brown eyes sparkle as she grins at me. I am stunned like a deer in the headlights.. ’ .Her interrogators were fascinated by Ruthie’s tale of her parents stashing this fortune in their home, like a real-life Scrooge McDuck stashing money in his vault. Most of the bills had never been circulated and had consecutive serial numbers so those were quickly checked against lists of stolen money and other currency involved in criminal activity, with negative results. Since records of the transactions Ruthie had described would be easily available, nobody had any more questions to ask,. When the door opened and the boss’ daughter walked out, the guard hit replay and began enjoying the show all over again.Less than 10 minutes later he was surprised to see her back in the elevator heading his way. Her ponytail was crooked and her top untucked. She didn’t have a basket this time, and as soon as the doors closed her freed hands went to work. She pulled the tank top down quickly and her now braless titties spilled out lying against her tummy. One hand quickly began pinching,. “No, it’s perfect. Everything about you is perfect.” “You fiend. You insult me and then say that…now how can I stay mad at you when you say something like that?” Should he kiss her? Oh god, what if he kissed her and she didn’t kiss him back? She was sending him all the signals but what if his receiver was broken? They’d had quite a few moments like this and they were becoming more and more frequent, but he was unsure (he was always unsure!) and he felt that if there were any moves to be made it.