Maybe that’s what you need right now.”“Maybe. It sounds like it, anyway. I have the eerie feeling I’m inside a body bag that is about to be zi...ped up,” I told her.Kelly insisted her schedule was flexible enough to come with me and I was glad to have Kelly along. The address was for the Symphony Tower on Peachtree in Midtown. We left after lunch and made sure to get there early, so we didn’t miss the meeting. If they were trying to impress people, they did a good job of it. The Symphony Tower. "That's it. That's my hideout. I come here when things are hot and I need to disappear for a while." Owen said while getting up from the motorcycle. We were standing in a clearing just in front of it. As it was already night I couldn't see it properly, but it looked small and uninhabited for a long time."So you can't hide from me anymore, are you aware about that?" I said joking, then I regretted it deeply, as dark thoughts came across my mind, were a repented Owen would kill me to keep his. She was continuously crying and trying to hide her soft moans but Andy could clearly see her body shacking with the touch of his hand as it had not been touched like this by a man for more than a decade now. He then moved his other hand and placed it on her right boob and started squeezing the nipples with his thumb and index finger. He noticed that her nipples where already very hard and so started sucking on them. She was crying and screaming in pain but slowly her pain was turning into. "Thank you Mrs. Harrison," Angela says somewhat confused reading her nameon the credit card, handing my wife the receipt."That's Ms. Harrison." Yes Ms. Harrison. You two have a wonderful evening," Angela replies.Fuck, I really need to get out of here. My wife slowly sips herChardonnay, beautiful, seductive. My imagination running wild, everybodyin the restaurant must staring at me, talking about me. Maybe I can hidewhile she finishes her wine."May I please go to the bathroom ma'am?" I plead.My.