.” I asked“Acha batao..” she was too sweet.I asked her to drink entire juice and the milk I had in the kitchen and asked her to wait for 30 mins... and she agreed. After 30 minutes she was not able to control her motions and tried to get the way to washroom to which I again interrupted.“Ab jane do na..” she said as she rubbed my chest with her palm. God, that was erotic and she still held the bed sheet to cover her.“Lets go together..” I said as I moved to washroom.“No way..” she saidWith that I. They never do something like this. I mean, never. We do our job and they come get us. They didn't give us any alternate pickups, so that is that answer. What do you think? Do you want to trust them?"I said, "Tell you what, we'll do our thing, and when we come back to the chopper, we'll break up and come back from two directions. The door gunner would be the one to watch out for. The pilot only has a sidearm. If the door guy fucks with his fifty, do him. If the pilot fucks with us do him too.. "Good girl. You look very pretty,Candy," she complimented me as she took the brush and pot from myfingers. In minutes all the lids were replaced and everything put away,then she turned to me. "Alright, Candy. I want you to take your nappybucket downstairs to the basement, and dump your poopy nappies in thelaundry tub. I'll come down and show you what to do, okay?"I waddled out of the bathroom ahead of her, scooted along the landing andpicked up the diaper pail. Despite the lid being in place,. Was Jan better at love making than I am?" Absolutely not! Different, but not better." How much different?" It's hard to describe. A lot of different stuff was running through my mind. The pot altered my thinking some and Jan told me some hot stories, so I was wired. But after seeing you in the middle of a daisy chain, I had thoughts of getting even. Then came the guilt feelings of my complicity, and a weird combination of emotions. The love making with Jan was violent and demanding, not tender..