"I asked you, how do you plan on getting home?" I... I... don't know." Daphne stammered.Gladys' hand on her thigh, with her fingernails flicking his c...ck and balls through the thin nylon material did nothing to help her regain her composure."Would you like me to call a cab?" Gladys asked, her hand now splayed across Daphne's panties.Daphne nodded her assent."Then let's go to my condo," Gladys suggested.She didn't mention that she could call for a cab from the cell phone in her purse. Gladys got. ’ And turning around she padded out of the small spare room filled with the equipment, the place where her curvy legs met her bottom just about hidden by the end of his white shirt, decidedly enticing and provocative. Misha pulled at the weights, enjoying the feel as his muscles started to burn, his heart rate increased as his blood pumped round his body. Realistically he knew that Gary wouldn’t just stop dead with his abuse, and the meeting with Jane today would help to build a safety net. “OK.” Tim edged back a little and Michelle squeezed into the single bed, burying her head into his chest just under the shoulder. He put a protective arm around her and pulled the cover back over them up to her neck.“Oooh, you’re lovely and warm,” she commented.“You’re warm and ... lovely,” he responded, with one hand resting lightly on the warm bare skin in the small of her back between her bra and panties, describing gentle little circles with his fingertips. With the other he stroked the top. " I said with a weak smile.The young officer smiled. I think he had a secret dislike for the intelligence officer. But then it has been my experience, that officer and intelligence don't really belong in the same sentence, let alone a man's title.About ten minutes later an older man in uniform came into the room. He had gray hair and black eyes. He also didn't smile. "Sergent Stone, you can stop the bullshit and talk to me or face trial for murder." he demanded.I laughed, "If you have evidence.