Do you have anything to tell us?"Sabina didn't answer his question, but Petra said, "No, we don't know anything, just let us go, you are wasting your ...ime."Agent 7 walked up to Petra and said, "So, you are the spokesperson of you two, well then you will join in on the fun I have planned for Sabina." He laid his hands on Petra's tummy and started to tickle her.Luckily, for Petra, she wasn't ticklish, but those nasty man's hands on her tummy were already bad enough for her.Agent 7 noticed that. We both drank a cocktail, and I still refused to let her know what was in my mind. She asked for clues, and I told her that it involved her and her alone. On that basis, I also asked her not to be angry with me or hold this against me as she had insisted on knowing. She was still not clear and sat pondering what I had just said. It seemed that suddenly the penny dropped. She blushed at first and then composed herself before asking me to be more explicit. I looked at her intently, drew a deep. He starts off with a subtle nod from a distance. He approaches me slowly, and he has to ward off all the other suitors I have. He knows he’s good, he has a wicket tongue, and he has the intellectual seduction to make me his. When he finally gets to me, he talks to me, comments on my subtly exposed garter, he is seducing me with his words, and he is running his fingers along my garter. He is running his hand slowly up my skirt and he can feel my wetness. He runs his wine glass along the outline. “Please, Danny, please let me drive you home. I would hate anything to happen to you… Please,” I pleaded.There was a sustained silence before he acceptingly said, “Okay.”Lifting his head he looked at me and said, “But before we go you are going to have to help me out, buddy.”“Sure,” I replied.“Thing is, I really need to piss before I wet my pants,” he answered.“Okay, no problem,” I replied.Turning his body with his right hand remaining on the roof of his truck, Danny now began to fumble with.