Who would believe thatour government routinely searches the country to find people whoseintelligence reaches a level where they are considered a poten...tialthreat (informally, it's called "Operation: Scary-Smart"; it's sosecretive that I never learned its official name) and placates them byoffering them considerable resources and a handsome salary to work onvarious brainstorming, scientific, military and medical projects? Iwouldn't have...if I hadn't been one of those drafted into the. . I can't go into the reasons, or, well, I wouldn't have to kill you, but I would be out of a job. You see, I'm a sort of sales rep. My customers come under MoD. The firm I work for ... I suppose it doesn't matter really. It's not relevant to the story. What is relevant is I travel, I'm rarely at home and can't take chances with being compromised. At least ... I shouldn't take a chance on being compromised. Girlfriends don't last long given the amount I'm away, so mostly I rely on. I hugged her tightly and slowly started to move my hand to touch her boobs. But she was not allowing me to do so. I kissed her neck and slowly came down, kissed her boobs without removing her top. She started moving and moaning. I started to press her boobs. She stopped me. So I took my hand towards her navel and waist. What a shape it was. Kissing her waist and navel made me feel like as if I was in heaven. Slowly I took my hand towards her pussy.It was already wet and smooth.So I decided to. Und überhaupt ist die Welt ungerecht. Das alles hatte sie jetzt bestimmt schon zum vierten Mal dem Barkeeper in der kleinen Kneipe hinterm Bahnhof erzählt. Und er hatte die Geschichte brav über sich ergehen lassen. "Nochmal 'n Bier und so'n Kirsch-Dingsbums" lallte Gesine über den Tresen. Ihre langen, ungekämmten hellbraunen Haare fielen Ihr ins Gesicht. Der Barkeeper rollte innerlich mit den Augen, machte aber die Getränke fertig. Sie schaute zu, wie zwei weitere Striche auf ihrem Zettel.