" What exactly is it you want, Jack?" he responded."I told you, call off the dogs. The tap comes off Lisa's phone and she gets to go where she wants w...thout company. And you give up the hunt for me." How are we supposed to do that?" I've been interviewed and cleared," I told him. "I'm no longer a 'person of interest.' You tell that to the media, loud and clear. And you quit sifting through my background, mine and Lisa's, too. It's that simple."More background muttering. "What do we get other. Dee gave him a dirty look when he handed her the coffee and she used some of the half and half and took a sip. “So what kind of job?”“I need a new personal assistant.” He told her and sipped his coffee that he took black. “Why me?” Dee asked suspiciously. “I asked about you. I am told you are intelligent, hardworking, ethical, and….”“Black,” Dee interrupted. “You need a token black girl to show off. One from the projects who you can show off and show people how great you are that you. As his car’s engine rumbled and died with a spurt, he realized that he would not make very long without a heat source. Looking through his already frosted windows up the road, he spotted what appeared to be lights. House lights! Without a single thought of what lay just outside his door, he threw it open, allowing the biting sting of the icy waters to flood into his car and take his breath away as it washed over him, drenching his clothes with the subzero liquid. Already freezing and sneezing. Shana could feel the gush of Micky’s pussy as she peed all over this guy’s car. She pushed on the seat under Micky and wasn’t surprised when a puddle of piss pooled around her fingers. As Micky's stream slowed down, Shana fished her hand into Micky’s panties before even stopping to think. “Is this okay?” She asked Micky in a tentative low voice, trying not to attract the attention of the driver. “Yeah it is.” Micky said smiling. Shana spent a minute feeling her way around Micky’s pussy, at one.