Karissa remained silent. She didn't know what to say. She had never been in a situation where she touched herself and got busted for it. “Look, we...re all family, and you need to be honest about this,” Jason urged. “What were you doing outside Becca's bedroom?” “Promise me you won't judge,” she said. “Karissa, I'm not the judgmental type,” he said. “You know that. Just tell me what's going on? Please? I promise that this will stay between us.” “Okay... well... I... I really like pussy. She was dressed in a white silk blouse and a black skirt. Contrary to his mother and sister's idea she did exude a certain indefinable sexiness."I wanted some passport photographs, Ned. Can you do those?" she smiled."Yes, no problem." I expect you get to photograph a lot of ladies don't you Ned?" Umm ... n n not too many," Ned stammered, wondering where this would lead."The light isn't very good in here," she said. "I think it would be better upstairs."By this time a large almost white long. "Three-Eight," Anna spoke into her shoulder microphone, "we're enroute!"And the sped off down the street, pumping their bikes furiously.Taking the panties with them!Instantly I jumped back behind the bush, looking frantically around.Across the street, three jock-types had quit their game of Frisbee andwere watching me. Down the block, a bunch of high-school girls wereheaded my way. At the corner, a couple of bikers were walking out of acarry-out, looking around....I kicked off my heels and took. Before this room, to which you could ascend by the grand, and go out by the back staircase, the servants passed with curiosity, and Bertuccio with terror. At five o'clock precisely, the count arrived before the house at Auteuil, followed by Ali. Bertuccio was awaiting this arrival with impatience, mingled with uneasiness; he hoped for some compliments, while, at the same time, he feared to have frowns. Monte Cristo descended into the courtyard, walked all over the house, without giving any sign.