As expected, she slipped in behind me, and reached around my waist and gathered my semi soft cock in her right hand. Aiming it like a pro, she held me...while my streamed piss hit the grass in front of us. Once I finished, she gave me a courtesy jiggle and then walked around to face me."Let me clean it properly," she offered as she smiled seductively. My shaft heard this, chimed in his approval of her offer, and began to stiffen.She took my tool into both of her hands, rose on her toes while. . you were in our top ten, ‘shoot on sight’, list.” Then she laughed... “Not really ... but you were a person of interest. That particular president didn’t get re-elected ... come to think it ... he was appointed to fill out the term. Now I’m pissed. Anyway ... you’re good.”While Border Patrol was looking to see if there was an actual list ... probably by computer ... Visa was doing the same.I think one could safely say that Visa can search the Internet with about the same assurance of access. They were still 3 ½’ high. She thought the shoes would be a challenge. He made a point that the exercise clothes he was allowing her to use were the only clothes allowed during exercise. She thought that was a strange statement, and then realized what she would not be wearing, her underwear and bra. That will feel weird she thought, especially because in the past, exercise made her vagina very wet. She had no idea why, but now there would be no barrier. Another realization, this means she won’t. Yes, Laurence was, like me "une ?trang?re".Only I did not know it yet. I still thought of myself as "un ?tranger"although with my poor French accent when I first arrived in Beaune I tendedto describe myself as "une ?trang?re" much to the amusement of Laurence andmy fellow teachers. After a few weeks, I got used to the differencebetween "un" and "une" and learnt to shorten "?trang?re" party thanks tothe Fredericks, Goldman and Jones song "Nuit" which spoke of a woman as"mon intime.