He offered him a drink and they both sat down and lit cigarettes and sipped at their beers."So how's business?" Steve smiled at Harold; the sort of sm...le a crocodile gives a wallaby."Well you know; so-so," Harold replied."What can I do for you?"Steve had enlarged the best frame out of the video stream that had been taken of Michele getting into her car at the service station outside of Wodonga by the surveillance camera and had printed off a few copies. He slid one across the coffee table to. "Sleeping peacefully about two floors down. Her parents have been watching over her since we called them this morning. They asked about you too and want to come and see you as soon as you're out of ICU. She was up here last night. Do you remember?" I think so," he mumbled. His eyes would blink and then he would realize he forgot to open them. "She okay? Her face was all bruised, her arm?" She'd gotten beaten up a bit, but she'll be out of here a long time before you are. She's one hell of a. Doug pulls back and looks at the damp spots on his briefs. He looks at me in complete dominance and flips me over onto my front.The sudden action surprises me but his stinging slap to my backside leaves me breathless. He begins to knead my buttocks and thighs, pressing against my snatch as he does. I begin to moan and he rubs down on my rosebud. My brazilian panties reveal most of my sunkissed cheeks and Doug gives them full attention. My breath hitches as he pulls them down and the sensation. "Well ok, if I canreturn the favor some other time." I replied.He smiled what seemed to me a sad smile and patted my thigh again. "Not aproblem at all hun."Did he just call me hun? I realized I was rubbing my butt on the chairagain. Jack ordered another drink from our 'hot' Barmaid, and after ourthird shot I was feeling much happier and calmer. When he asked me if Iwas sure I didn't want to check out the booths, it didn't seem like sucha bad idea. I was safe now, I had time, my body seemed numb.