After that brotherly conversation I had more difficulty keeping my thoughts around her from getting carnal, let alone the times I’d stroke my erecti...n in rhythm with the sounds that came through the wall. When Meg had gotten quite comfortable with me being around, she began to be a lot more casual about her garments. It was getting warmer and she wore less, seemingly oblivious to the effect revealing more of her body might have on me. One real toughie was when I would return from class and. That settled, Sarah and I needed to make plans. "We can stay in my apartment Stan, but if this plot goes up into the FBI, that would not be a good hide-out."The situation looked bleak. "Yeah babe, and we still need to find a safe man too. Not just any can-opener, but a good one." I spotted one of Don Guido's goons over by the entrance. I gave Sarah the high sign and put my hand on my heater. I did not want either of us to start spitting metal in the waiting room with all those innocent plugs. I was wearing my black leather jeans, matching leather shirt, and biker boots. Their home was lovely, quaint, and comfortable feeling. We all sat on the living room floor, with the stereo playing softly in the background, as Frank got us all drinks. Get to know each other conversation ensued, and our commonality of interests was even more obvious.From the time we had entered their home: Wendy was right beside me, and Karen had become Frank’s companion, with his arm wrapped tightly around. I flipped her “the bird” on my way out. I walked out of the building and through the teacher’s parking lot. Ms. Mahoney didn’t know this, but I knew which car was hers. When I found the “bitchmobile,” I knelt down, unscrewed the cap on her tire stem, and took out all the air. I did this to the other three tires as well so filthy cunt had four flat tires. I knew she lived about 30 miles away and had to pick up her kids from daycare. She’s going to have an “itty bitty” problem doing that now. I.