She was becoming more and more frantic by the minute. It was time to get something done before she exploded. She got up.All the while, horny thoughts ...ere running wild in her head, unfulfilled desires mingling with her lust-filled fantasies. She went to the restroom. In the bathroom, she entered the stall and sat on the seat. She then started to squeeze her nipples.She started playing with herself again, imagining what he would do to her in bed. She was way too far gone for this bar. She needed. It kind of killed the mood for me, because I honestly didn’t know what to do. I just sat there in his arms quietly, trying not to think about it, trying not to let tears come to my eyes as I really contemplated what I would try to do to save my job, and what would happen if I couldn’t. ‘Hon, what do you think you’ll do?’ he repeated, thinking I hadn’t heard the question. I started to answer, then embarrassingly, my voice cracked before the first word was even out. I felt like such an idiot.. I gave up in frustration as Thomas came out of the bathroom. ‘I heard part of that. What’s happening?’ I told him about the tracking devices and I could see his eyes widen in surprise. Seconds later we were on the phone to Sergeant Kranowski, our contact at the highway patrol. ‘The rental agency won’t release the information to us, but they will to you. This could really help us find my fiancée,’ I pleaded. ‘I’ll get on it right away,’ he assured me. ‘I’ll call you back to bring you up to. That was all that was said. Like I said, it's best if parents and children remain essentially ignorant of the details of each others' carnal doings.Never let it be said that I enjoy shopping, because believe me, I DON'T. I particularly hate clothes shopping. Which, I suppose, explains my limited wardrobe.Mom doesn't usually rag on me, but she did this time, about the state of my clothes - the ones I was wearing at that moment, that is."Maybe we should stop by the house and you could change,".