" He is also a French spy. He has confessed, and has implicated you!" Mireille heard Chakkas words, but none of it registered. His hand had now reache... their goal, and his finger was rubbing slowly up and down the outside of her panties. To her horror, she felt a familiar tingle as the silk became moistened by her own juices. "Please don't let this happen to me, she cried inwardly, to no avail. She was becoming aroused, despite her best efforts to prevent it."I don't believe it" she heard Luc. Still he did not budge. She looked up into his eyes, the gray eyes that once were filled with love, and saw an icy cold stare, filled with rage. It was an expression she had never seen from him before and it terrified her. He grabbed her hand. ‘Let’s go,’ he said as he began to pull her out of the diner. ‘Nic,’ she began to protest. ‘Don’t,’ he commanded. ‘We are not doing this here, now let’s go before I pick you up and drag you out of here.’ Nic pulled her down the block to his apartment,. It was then that my phone rang. When I picked up I heard a familiar voice,” Hello, were you thinking of me?”“Yes, I answered, unable to say any other word."“Good. How about meeting in an hour or so?”“Yes, come over, you have my address.”After hanging up I rushed to my closet to choose my clothes: a mid-length dress buttoned at the front for easy access to my body, a cupless bra to hold my tits erect and a G-string to give him the pleasure to tear it off my body and high heeled shoes.Having this. Keeley paused and said " You were not there and saw it were you Matt" ?I said that the shooter had only taken six hundred off the mullet and only hit that bastard one time on his head.I said the shooter had only hit the mullet because he was going to whip up on him and take that money back.Keeley's eyes got big and he asked if I had been the shooter.I shrugged and asked " Would I do something like that" ?Keeley said he thought I might.He said that whoever that shooter was he would be smart to.