”She hits me in the shoulder. Somebody needs to tell Sylvie that hitting on somebody doesn’t mean you hit them.“Or, you could just ask.”“Whe...e is the fun in that?”“Anyway, after the CN tower, I figured we could do something I am a fan of. I have never been to the Royal Ontario Museum before.”Sylvie comments about how she would enjoy that too. We park the cars out of town and take the subway. Parking downtown is a nightmare, and the subway is faster. She has a wonderful time at the tower. I know. He is not the only one of his kind in our Newer World now. There are so many of him out here, and it is our duty and obligation to track and chop their lives down ... by killing them in the very same way that they prey on their victims, which is by laying down and having carnal intercourse with them.My mother, Tawny, introduced me to the Secret Order, and my assignment and task, just like hers, are to seek out and prey on these Harris-self-alike. It is no easy thing. Now Tawny is dead like so. Friendships are as strong as the effort you put into them and the honesty and trust that they are built upon. She was 34. I was 22. We'd known each other for quite some time now, over two years in fact. I was well aware of the fact that she was a very attractive woman, someone you just wouldn't peg for her age. She was full of positive energy, always a hard-worker and coming to practices ready to play hard. We talked on the regular outside of practice as well. It was a great friendship. We. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. I couldn’t believe how good this man was making me feel. I wanted to stay all night in the bus.He was massaging my cock with one hand and pushing a finger in my asshole with the other. I would have wanted to take my pants off to give him easier access to my body, but since there was a lot of people in the bus, I couldn’t.At one point, in a low sexy tone the man whispered in my ear “I’m getting off at the next station, follow me.” I didn’t know what to.