"We sat watching it together, in silence. Especially when the younger man eventually reached over and began massaging her breast. Within moments, he'd...managed to undo the buttons on her blouse, his hand suddenly worming itself inside where he began to fondle her. By the look on her face, she was enjoying it. Awkwardly, I glanced over towards mom, pretending to take a drink as I did so. To my surprise, she had leaned over slightly trying to face away from me as she sat there on the couch, but it. Kaamna smiled cheekily with her red mouth. I pinched her cheek and went back to kissing her face.Looking at her slightly overgrown pixie, I decided to give her a sexual haircut. Leading her to my room, I made her sit on the bathroom counter and took out my clipper. First, I went around the ears and nape. Then I lined up her long top hair along the jaw and held the section between two fingers.I ran a scissor through the chunk, cutting off almost 2-3 inches with a satisfying ‘shick-shick’. Campus was pretty quiet, so I only scattered a few people as I ran across the site to get to Caitlyn.As I approached building 14, I finally began to slow, looking around for the evil bugger who had Caitlyn. I stood panting, exhausted. In the last dash it had only been the anger and fear that was keeping me going.Building 14 had something to do with the science faculty. It was way off in the backwoods of the campus, separated from the rest of it by a good ten minutes walk. It was a large 4 story. Cummings and I believe that to permanently cover you under the secrecy laws and give you immunity for the events that happened in Kampala and to bring these intelligence committees up to speed, you need to run the video from drones at the Embassy and of 515 Nubulagla Road and give good commentary.”“Did you bring the thumb drives as I suggested?”“Yes, I have four from the drones at the embassy and the three from 515; I have the audio with Anton at 515 and the video of the embassy cookout that.