Her face would haunt me all over again if I couldn't find her. I searched the mall for more than two hours before giving up. It was too big and too bu...y for me to find a Mary Simpson needle in the Tacoma Mall haystack. I sat in the lounge of one of the mall restaurants and nursed a beer. I was really depressed now. So close and yet so far. Was it really Mary? I wanted it to be, but what if it wasn't her? If it was her, I had a thousand questions I needed answers to. It was the worst possible. It was in their genes to be athletic in form, just as it was to be coldly analytical perhaps, and less inclined to demonstrate emotion than act upon it. That was his gift to them, or so Wolfgang imagined, and it had not been coincidence that they'd both joined the police, again like their father who had worked for the East German State Security Police."I want you to like me," Eva said, turning around to face her brother as she let her t-shirt go."Of course I like you," he said, looking up at. She did so, showing off her smooth pussy. He stopped to watch as she walked past. I had hoped he might make her an offer, but he was clearly too stunned. We were approaching the last corner now. On this corner is a popular, well known restaurant that is part of a large franchise.If there is anyone sat in the window, stop, flash your pussy at them. Five second count.I saw her look back at me, she looked worried. The restaurant was still open, even at this time of night, (it was approaching 1am). She had a control over him that he had never expected a woman to ever have, and he found he reveled in it. When they made love, they made love, but other times, it was little more then animalistic sex and she seemed to need it and enjoy those encounters as much as she did the other. Looking at her now, he felt a hunger deep inside him, and he felt the itch in his hands to touch her, to explore her body as he had last night. He saw her smile as she looked back at him and knew almost.