March 15th, 1995, 5:01 PM EST, Vatavuk’s Diner; Johnstown, PAJustin and Krista had finally dried out, warmed up, and were about eat something. They ...ad been miserable and close to hypothermia when they finally got here, and in a nasty temper, too. The kind owner of the diner they were eating in even gave them some warm clothes- they didn’t fit at all, but they were better than nothing. Well, they would have been for somebody else. For Krista, they were almost offensive; under almost any other. She lifted one leg keeping them spread as Matt felt her soft wet pussy mound. He carefully inserted a finger into her slit and felt how wet she was as they kissed. She shoved her tongue deep inside her mouth as he moved his finger against her clit. “Want to fuck me again?” Matt just kissed her again as she started to unbutton his shirt. He moved around and pulled his pants off while she slipped the tight fitting dress over her head. Darla waited until Matt undressed and straddled his legs. She assumed that the information could be used to humiliate Himmler and the rest of the SS, an idea that had no small appeal for her. What she didn't know, until he tried to recruit her for the job, was that Niedermann had explicit instructions to seize the ring for himself, assuming that it existed."Wait a second, Rolf! You want me to steal the ring for you? How do you expect that to work? I might get arrested! I'm risking my life as it is, and so far for nothing! You haven't so much as winked. The great amount of food Marcus had ordered quickly diminished, my body ingesting everything I gave it and begging for more. The more I ate, the better I felt until I no longer sagged with exhaustion. I looked at Marcus, who looked normal again, as he sat drinking coffee, my head full of questions, though the foremost one concerned Talon."Do you think it worked?" I asked simply."It should have," he replied. "Charlotte is a very good, fair Matriarch who has been looking for just such and excuse.