My eyes were riveted as she clutched at her tits over her dress, lifting and squeezing her unseen treasures. I yanked a little harder.She whispered, �...��I see him beginning to come out now. Very nice, but I think it will grow bigger.” She opened a few more buttons. “Oh Tom, Longer, harder stokes. Pull it now. OK. Let’s see it free standing.”I let go. Out it stood.“Mummm, I think it would help if you let your jeans fall all the way down. Open yourself up. Let it breathe.”I complied, yet was still. Tiffany noticed her brother eyeing her wickedly. He was always that way with her. She loved him no matter what, but wished he would be more kind to her. She figured most brothers and sisters bicker just like they do."What?" Tiffany asked after a moment."Nothing. I'm just pissed that I have to stay here and baby-sit you," Dylan responded haughtily. "Well na-na-na-na-na! You have to stay here!" Tiffany made fun of her brother.His eyes showed fury. "Shut up!"She laughed and heard her mother's door. He gave me the payment for delivering the girl to safety and I informed him I would not be available for employment for at least the next six months even though my intentions were to go to ground for at least double that time span and that I had no intention of working for that organization ever again. I had a deep-rooted suspicion my bosses were setting me up for some sort of retribution sacrifice to gain them an edge in some other matter entirely. I had no desire to be swept off the board. He said it helped ease his conscience. He would hold me to his chest while he smoked, exhaling directly into my face. I shiver at the thought and I force back a cough. "I'm Ben, by the way." "Grace," I whisper, looking out the window as I see the town lights coming closer and closer into view. "Grace, what are you looking for? A gas station or a grocery store?" Ben asks. I frown and I shake my head, "Neither, somewhere to stay for the night. Hotel or a motel." "Sorry darlin' there isn't a hotel.