“Am I your girlfriend again?” Eden stepped on the stair right behind him. I was two more down.“Of course, babe,” He pulled her hip in and kiss...ed her, “I mean, you went out with me because you wanted to.”“I went out with you not to be a bitch,” Eden smiled, “You were always a decent guy. Food and theatre wouldn’t suck even if I hadn’t expected us to click.”“Well,” He lifted her bracelet by the clasp, “Click.”“Click,” Eden smiled broadly. We all did that. We had fun back at him. I sometimes. Myself Kiran doing engineering 2 nd year, it was the birthday of my mother so I went to buy a cake for her along with my friend. It took time for writing the name over the cake so I was checking out ladies passing by, one stranger aunty looked damn and I was checking her, she saw me and smiled at me, I did the same.She was 34 years old, looked damn sexy, and she had a cute little girl along with her and she was buying donuts. And she left the place by that time I got my cake went for payment,. . She told me that she masturbated last nite thinking of me fucking her pussy.She proceeded to rub her pussy through her shorts and say I know you want me I see the way you look at my ass. I told her to take off her horts and play with herself while I attempted to drive. She lifted has ass and pulled down her shorts and was sitting with a light blue thong that was wet as hell in the crotch. I instructed her to play with her pussy and rub her tits while I drove the truck down a windy road to. The man told me the family was Swiss, spoke German and some English, and she was being hunted by a ‘middle-eastern syndicate’ – whatever that meant. Was he being intentionally vague or was this an indication that he didn’t know any more? My task would be to disappear with her, keep moving, and cover my tracks. There was an expensive-looking brown leather briefcase on the table. He opened it and indicated it was to be mine, complete with a wallet full of credit cards, $3,000 in cash in twenties.