I got up and put her on my lap. I was slowly caressing her hair. She got up suddenly around 4 am. She asked when I woke up. I said long back. She aske... sorry for sleeping on my lap thinking that she herself lied in sleep. I told her I only put her on my lap. She gave a smile and slapped me for fun saying I’m a bad boy. I acted like I got offended and said you also made me sleep on your lap, so are you a bad girl? She replied that she is not but I’m a bad boy. I acted like I’m angry. She said. He hurruphs.They didn't? I wonder aloud. What else can you remember. I ask as I turn my gaze inward. What are they up to? I wonder to myself.Well we told them our troubles, about the Brutes and all. They said they was going to take care of it for us. He stops, thinks hard for a moment and says. They seemed to think we would be grateful to them and all. After that, well they up and left. That was a few months ago.Did They say who they were? I ask, it would be nice to know who I was dealing. . I'd like to have more of a connection, more... Did he know Iwanted that or was he trying to be polite? "Sure, that would be nice..." Great, wanna meet in the lobby... Say five-o'clock?"What? No... I'd barely have makeup applied by five! Meet in the lobby -that's casual, friends meeting stuff, right? "How about five-forty-five?I literally just crawled out of bed." It's a date then... I'll see you in the lobby at five-forty-five."A date? Was he just saying that as a colloquial. Wieder packte ich sie an den Haaren, schleppte sie quer durchs Wohnzimmer zum Küchentisch, legte sie rücklings darauf und spreizte ihre Beine. Ich zog ihre Schamlippen lang. Sie atmete schwerer trotz dem Schmerz, blieb aber weiterhin cool zündete sich erneut eine Zigarette an und keuchte "Ist das alles?" stachelte sie mich an. Mir war es komplett egal, wie sehr ich ihr wehtat, zog ihre Nippel lang, schlug ihre Titten. Die Zigarette baumelte in ihrem Mundwinkel, sie wollte Schreien, musste sich.