I threw it back into the draw and slammed it shut. My pants took a shame filled second to loosen and then I resumed looking for my IPod all the while ...t the back of my mind Chloe’s self-inflicted moans of pleasure were ringing in my ears. I looked through the crap on the floor now, I pulled up old clothes and books of all sorts and found a treasure trove of lost possessions. Fuck I even found some of my childhood toys whose disappearance caused me some distress back in the day left here to rot. She closed her eyes as she lost herself in the moment.Suddenly, she shrieked as she heard a knock on her window. She opened her eyes to find an Indian man staring intently at her. She couldn't believe she'd just been caught touching herself. The man's eyes had darkened with lust and he made a motion for her to roll down her window. She was mortified as she rolled down her window. He looked at her, and asked, "Would you like to follow me somewhere and I could help you finish what you started?". There are no signs for reserved seats. I'm just enjoying a beer. Can I buy you something?" I flashed my cheesiest flirt smile, figuring I'd play with her a bit and see what happened."Have a seat there," pointing at the stool beside me. "Tell me about you."She laughed, giving me the eyebrow, and said, "Bean." What?" Bean. I'm going to call you Bean because you are about as vanilla as a vanilla bean can be."The tension in the room gave way and I admit I was happy about that. I wasn't sure about. "Honey, where are you? No, don't tell me, everyone is looking for you. Why did you do it? I know that Special Agent Fitzgerald can be a trial at times, but you should not have joined up with that criminal Malone.Sarah finally got a word in, "Mr. Malone is not a criminal! He is being framed. Let me talk to Special Agent Fitzgerald and I can get this all made jake." It took a few minutes before Fitzgerald came on the blower.Fitzgerald was angry too. "What the hell do you think you are doing.