My witness protection handler would have a fit if I did that. Carstairs is already unhappy with me for the attention Miranda is getting. He wouldn't t...ll me how he found out about her. For all I know, he saw her perform at one of those clubs and recognized her. What does it say about a man who watches a girl with a thirty-three-inch horsecock perform and looks at her face?"I don't know why he's mad at me about this. It's not like I knew what was going to happen when I took her to the interview. ” “What about your f****y?” “Ward is home, and is somewhat accustomed to my staying out once in a while, no questions, no need to give answers when he travels,” she said with a soft laugh. “And, no, we do not share. Though I am sure he would love to see me in the arms of such a gorgeous redhead. Or any other beauty, truth be told,’ her laughter was softer now. My hazel eyes sparkled as I fully appreciated her now. We left the bar together in a haze of anonyminity. A procession of two cars to my. He didn't even realize anything had happened until he felt thewetness. Crap, he quickly pulled his pantyhose and panties down...how would heexplain this one? He threw them into the hamper and cleaned himself up.He remembered how sticky it used to be. Now it was like water, whichmade for an easy cleanup at least. He could only hope he wouldn't getcaught.Jessie slipped on his powder blue pair of panties and the suntan sandaltoe pantyhose and turned off the TV. He put on his headphones anddrifted. Kimiko booked us in with the fat mamasan who seemed as old as Japan itself with folds of wrinkles and flesh hidden behind a massive kimono of intricate beautiful designs. Inside as usual was the small mattress I don,t recall the name of, a warm thick duvet over it, two one sized white well worn kimonos and flip,flops so we could make our way to the large indoor heated pool used for bathing, the toilets just next door. Inside the room was also a Buddhist shrine with joss sticks for burning. As.