My gaze shifted instantly, uncontrollably, to his shorts. i quickly looked back at his face, afraid that he had noticed. i was so relieved to see that...his eyes were still closed.What was going on with me? i couldn’t believe i allowed myself to do that again. And i became completely disgusted with myself for the way i felt when i saw that he was not wearing underwear.i was so totally overwhelmed! i could feel my penis starting to harden a little. i changed my position so i could conceal the. As I exited the terminal, another long line up was there to greet me with no cabs in sight. "Great!" I murmured under my breath as I settled in for another wait. As put my earbuds in and put on some music to kill some time, I noticed the object of my earlier distraction in the same line, much further up. "She really is pretty.." I thought to myself, "I wonder where she's from and what she's doing here". As I was thinking and staring, she turned around and caught my gaze. "Crap!" I. I gave Prof my bank manager's card and explained to him "The bank manager needs to 'get to know me', to make sure I'm not an international terrorist plotting the downfall of the United States in between my dates with pretty girls. He wanted to know about my business, so I said I'd get my accountant to call him. He'd know better how to answer those sorts of questions, wouldn't he?" He would, but it's so easy I'll give your manager a call myself. He'll just be covering his ass, so it won't take. ? ??????????? At firstshe merely watched, content to let Guenther perform the role that had so oftenin the past been his.? He wasprofessional; he was calm, and unmoved.? Hetied back his grey hair and rolled up his shirtsleeves, and set to work like adentist.? His breathing never changed, henever looked away or let his brown-eyed gaze linger too long.? He dispassionately crushed things, and burnedthem, and tore them apart with iron tongs and dull grey knives.? The captive ? Petra ?began to talk,.