"Booth back there" was the ungrammatical answer. The phone booth in the back of the shop bore a sticker saying THIS PHONE BOOTH RESERVED FOR CLARK KEN.... The midget smiled and made a note to order some similar stickers and distribute them widely. Easing himself onto the seat and lowering the phone to his level, he dialed information for the number of Orgasm Research. As he waited, he wondered absently how the Empire State Building would look adorned with a placard saying THIS SKYSC****R RESERVED. It was all a trap.If anyone was talking around me, I couldn’t hear them. My mind was numb and my soul was bubbling with rage. So many people would die for their role in killing Ann Marie and her children. So many people would suffer unimaginably before giving up their secrets for their complicity in murdering those agents.For some time I was away in my head. It was only when I felt a hand on my shoulder that I became aware of my surroundings. Shane Victorello was trying to get my attention.. The warm confines of his mouth surround my cock. I feel it start to enlarge, the bl**d engorging it, causing it to swell in his mouth. I long for release which he partially grants. He backs off a little and holds the glans in his mouth. He kisses the head, and then licks greedily down the stem to my scrotum. He pauses there and I push his head down. “Lift me up a little honey.” He reaches reach under my legs and together we rotate my hips into the air, my knees almost to my chest. My pantyhose. I said u sorry for what happened… She- it’s not like this…… btw, can u tell me, where I can find the water cooler? Me- can I take u to that place? She- no thanks, just tell me the place? Me- oaky, go outside and take turn…… you will find it…. (And, I gave her a smile) She- okay…..And when she walked few meters, I stopped her…btw; may I know your name? And she replied “sorry, I don’t interact with unknown guys” and she walked forward. I thought, that she is so arrogant, and I will not be able to.