“Something good will happen.” Then our tour ended in front of the main library. “You will, for better or worse, be spending a lot of time insi...e this building,” Noah pointed at the old grey block of concrete. “Hundreds of hours spent on research, rushing papers and napping in there… among other things.” “What other things?” I asked, growing suspicious of his vague comments. “Go in there and find out,” he said with a grin. Afterwards, Noah excused himself, saying that he still had projects. Do you understand?” “I think so,” I said softly. “Good. One of these websites is where young women like you pose in just a bikini or lingerie. It’s completely non-nude, meaning you would never have to get naked in front of the camera. The pay is fifty dollars per shoot, each shoot is generally about an hour. At first we’d need five to ten shots, so that we have plenty of content for the website. After that, it would probably once or twice a month.” “That sounds good.” I said with hesitation. I. ’ He pointed to the IDs. ‘Jack’s a retired Lieutenant Colonel. They both have carry permits.’ He cocked his head toward the dead man. ‘This moron pulled a knife on them and paid the price.’ The Sheriff looked at us. ‘Are you two still armed?’ We nodded. He raised an eyebrow at Tommy and his expression said, ‘Are you abso-fucking-lutely sure about this?’ Tommy smiled. ‘These folks are what the concealed carry law is all about. They’re good people. I trust them.’ ‘OK,’ said the sheriff. He. He carries me to the bedroom, dropping the both of us on to the bed. Our kiss doesn't break, his hands roaming over me, up over my breasts. My nipples are screaming for his touch. He tugs the top of my dress down, letting my breasts pop free. I am not wearing a bra, and he growls his approval. My perky, pink beads tighten harder, as he stares down at them. It only takes him a moment to wrap his soft, tender lips around one and suck on it hard. I grind my hips up towards him. I can feel him.