"Yes, I am spending the night in jail." I grinned at her."Too bad, you could have gotten a better offer I am sure. You are a good looking guy in that ...niform and all." Me, good looking." I laughed as I placed the twenty cents on the counter."Is that enough?" I asked it because there were no prices on the walls just names of dishes served."Yes it is, and enough for a tip too." Good, I wouldn't want to go without leaving a tip."I left the cafe for the short walk to the jail. I didn't pass another. Instinctual behavior kicked in and he sniffed the air. He closed his eyes. Yes…he smelled it. He needed to…kill and he needed to…feed. His eyes popped open with another realization. He needed to mate. He wasn’t sure what any of that meant. Mate? What is mate? Feed? He let his instincts take over. Feed and fuck, a voice whispered soundlessly inside his head. Feed now. Fuck later. He heard all these words in his head, but he didn’t know what they meant. His stomach craved…what? Food, the voice. The gun disassembled as easily as it had gone together. She packed it, closed the window and left the flat taking only one backward glance to see the confusion on the hotel’s forecourt. She checked outside the door through the spy hole, opened the door and pulled it quietly shut behind her. She gained the stairwell and raced headlong down and down, bursting out of the rear entrance where the black BMW sat, engine ready. Throwing the case onto the rear seat, she clambered in beside Angie who. Sonja could only see blackness in the windows of the train; she knew they weren't approaching a station yet. It was probably one of the signal lights indicating another train may be up ahead. The person behind her moved forward as the train came to a stop. The contact with her ass continued.With the train at a stop, Sonja's mind focused on the contact with the person behind her. It was almost as if... There was movement. Whatever was touching her ass moved slowly down and then back up. Almost.