The door swung and another lad entered the toilet. Thinking I was going to have no luck, I watched as yet another chav lad made his way to the urinals... The guy who was in the cubicle was done, and the flush echoed throughout the bathroom. He made his way to the sinks and started washing his hands. He was about 30, slim, short dark hair, stubble, jeans and a hoodie. The chav lad that was at the urinal 3 away from me coughed. I had forgotten about him. He coughed again and spat into the urinal. We were sitting on sofa so i took her in my arms and went inside her room. I laid her on her bed, she has a habit of wearing high heeled sandals as she is 5’3.I took off her sandals and took her beautiful white feet in my hands and started kissing them and licking them. I did that on both of her sexy feet’s. She was enjoying my foot worship! Then i went up and smooched her again and this time i was also holding her boobs from outside her tees. She jerked a bit; I enjoyed on seeing this and. Was he really irritated with me?I couldn't decide if I should apologize or shut up. I decided on option number three. "Thank you for staying last night. I don't think I could have slept without you here."I stretched and kissed him softly on the cheek. As I pulled back, his eyes caught mine again and I hesitated. Had I overstepped? The air filled with tension and I began to wonder if I'd angered him, but then he lowered his lips to mine and dispelled that fear.He couldn't be angry and kiss me. Ethan pulled one from the drawer, opening the folder. There was a form inside with an NYPD emblem on the top, it looked like a police report. It was old, the paper yellowed and cracked in places, the text written in looping cursive. His eyes began to widen as he read from the aged document. It was a police report from the nineteen-fifties, detailing a fight between two patrons over a card game, which had resulted in one of them being stabbed. The man had died on the scene before an ambulance.