I shucked my shorts down past my hips and grabbed my shaft. I was an awful, awful brother, stroking myself as I thought of my sweet little sister. The...way her soft breasts had felt mashed against me. That pretty patch of panties between her legs. The heavenly scent of her hair when I'd kissed the top of her head. I barely had time to find my discarded shirt on the floor before I soaked it with spurts of my spunk. They just kept coming and coming and coming until finally I was left gasping in. A smaller Mississippi flag hung below it. The man behind the counter sat with his chair tilted back, his legs straight out, and the heels of his cowboy boots planted on the counter. His blonde hair was short-cropped. The man looked away from the television sitting on the counter when Steele entered. He eyeballed Steele.“Can I help you?” the man asked.“Looking for a room.”“You ain’t from around here.”“That’s why I need a room.”“How long?”“Depends?”“On what?”“If I like it here. Looking for the. "Eleora shuddered. "The next fifteen minutes were the most awful of my life, and they would have been even worse without Kefira. We hugged each other and wept the whole time. And then 2:15 PM came, and there was no explosion. And then 2:16 came, and no explosion. And the files kept coming." It was miraculous Abdul Hadi! No explosion and the files kept coming. The excitement and suspense of not understanding was incredible! I tried to use one of your tricks to calm myself. I watched the shadows. “Do you honestly believe that I have a choice, Victoria? Do you think that I should simply ignore that, from the moment you met me at the station, you have done nothing but behave like a complete whore. Not only do you dress like a cheap slut, you deliberately encourage complete strangers to look up your skirt. You show off your arse and you stand around pretending that you aren’t aware of all those men staring as your nipples force against your T-shirt. You’re just a fucking slut, aren’t.