I know, right? Random thing to remember, but that's what the guy put on to play on his TV to drown out my loudness, something we'd figured out already...from the heavy petting we did in his '76 Mustang. You know, the awesome ones that had the bench front seats? Yeah, that thing was amazing. I love cars with bench seats; reminds me of that great time, the summer before I went off to college. I was still seventeen, turning eighteen the first day or so into college, but I knew for absolute certain. "Donnie thought that would work."Could you do that now?" he asked."Any preference for which department you want it to come from?" asked Eric?Donnie had to think about that for a moment."Which departments would know about this?" he thought aloud. "The Home Office would probably be best. Can you do that? Could you send me an e-mail from the Home Office?" Easy," said Eric. "Some of the MI5 traffic has gone there, so I've already got a trail in. What do you want it to say?" I guess we need to make. I run my arms under his shirt, feeling his warm flesh beneath my hands. I quickly pull his shirt up, trying to get it over his head. I’m too short, even on tip-toe and I reward him with a alluring smile as he helps remove and discard it. I breathe deeply, inhaling his scent. I wrap my arms around his neck and reach up to gently place a kiss on his full lips. His eyes are blazing with need as he deepens the kiss. I respond hungrily, almost ferociously as I suck his lower lip between my teeth. I. Next, she started to trim his beard. She decided to trim the length to two finger widths, using her own fingers as measure. When she started on the long, braided moustache, he took a deep breath, but he held still, as she trimmed the moustache to one finger width. Finished, she stood before him, hands on her hips, and examining her handiwork. He looked so much better, and less fearsome.With a pang of guilt, she realised that his wild outward appearance had indeed been intended to induce fear..