It’s a warm day so she is wearing leggings and a half cut top that stops just before her belly button. I step out onto the platform and as I do she ...pots and starts to run towards me. Even with a large shopping bag she runs and jumps on me, planting a kiss on my lips quite aggressively. I kiss her back and soon find ourselves in a full blown French kiss. My tongue exploring her mouth as hers explores mine. I place her feet to the floor and slowly move my hands to that firm ass, without breaking. I was about 10 minutes into my journey and now into the moors fully when I first saw the shadow as the moon was peeked out from behind the clouds. Just at the edge of my gaze for a brief fleeting moment, like a man yet hunched over as he moved with a speed and agility I wouldn’t have thought possible. Shaking my head thinking I must have been imagining things I heard the first howl in the distance behind me, a howl that sent a shiver running up my spine. "A wolf;" I blurted out but then. He still couldn’t figure out how Oscar had managed to hit so many winners in a row. Oliver asked, “I just have to know, how did you manage it?”“It was the Two-Sided One,” Oscar said feeling uneasy about mentioning it.“Really?”“Yes, really. He was showing me the future,” Oscar answered feeling uneasy about making that claim. He looked down the length of the airport. The airport was busy, but the two men were standing in an island of isolation. Travelers moved around them giving them plenty of. She says she practicing for someone.” I dropped the gun from the side of his head and spun him around to face me. “Who’s she practicing for?” I asked. George’s eyes got wide. “You, you, you don’t know,” he stammered. “If I knew George, would I be fucking asking you? Tell me who the fuck she’s practicing for.” George nodded side to side. “I can’t tell you. I promised I would never tell. I promised.” I cocked the hammer back on the gun at my side, “Live or die Georgie. I’ll tell ‘em I confronted.