I knew with Susan, crying at an emotional moment was usually a good thing. It seemed like forever before Jen lowered her hands to speak.“Jeff, I don...’t know what to say, I’m trying to think.” she replied.Well that was not the reaction I was hoping for, but sometimes ladies take the long road to get where they are going. I squeezed her hand gently, as I watched a tear roll down her cheek.“Jen, did I say something wrong?” I asked, “If I did, I am sorry.”“No Jeff, you did not say anything wrong,. We walked home from the pub in freezing rain. We were soaked! I recommended that she call her folks and say she was spending the night because she had been drink. That actually went over well, and they were happy she was being responsible. Walking in freezing and soaked I told her if she wanted to take a hot shower I could get her some warm dry cloths. While she showered I got her a hoody, and some sweatpants. After we both cleaned up and dryer off, we now had the whole rest of the night since. The KGB had even stopped watching his movements long ago. But the lack of prying eyes left him feeling as if he was a bad memory that had already been forgotten. Approaching his mid-eighties, the infirmities of old age have conspired to have him remain a virtual prisoner in this small apartment outside Moscow. Waiting for the moment when death will leave him not much more than a footnote to the darker side of humanity. In his youth, he was an acclaimed Nazi scientist working on advances. She was sitting very close to me. Her boobs were touching my back which was making me horny and my dick started raising in my pants slowly. So I took my bike on a less crowded road. I was varying the speed of my bike. Sometimes very slow, sometimes fast. I was also applying sudden breaks in between just to feel her boobs more onto my back. She was also responding to that very well by hugging me tight and sitting very close, leaving no chance for air to pass through us. Now, slowly Neha also.