“You look different,” Heather said, “I didn’t notice it last night but you are a bit taller and, well and you have a bit more muscle on you!�...�Marek sat on the bed beside of Heather. His hand lightly traced a line across her hip, up along the side of her torso skimming the edge of her breast before caressing her neck and gently cupping Heather’s face. “Yeah,” He murmured, “here I could be everything I wanted to be, I guess I became my own self image.”Heather’s gaze drifted lower. One eyebrow. She told that she havent had sex in the last 3 years. I acted like that i was shocked. Then asked how she manages and all. She told that she wont get that feel as she is also aged. Then i asked her if she didn’t feel anything after seeing that couple. She was silent for sometime. Then i asked her again, she told that she feels it after long time.She asked me same question to me. I said i am also horny. She asked me to masturbate and cool it down. Then i also asked her finger her pussy to cool. “Huh?”“Do you mind if I change the game. Kinda wanna switch it up”“Sure.”I didn’t say anything –probably because I had been distracted by my thoughts- but we had been playing Black Ops 2 since it had been released a couple months prior. We played Modern Warfare 3 for nearly six months exclusively, forsaking all other games. As I mulled this over in my head, he assumed nearly the exact position on the floor from the night before. Again, my eyes began at the soles of his feet, moving on to. "You read minds too, Kid?" he asked."One more smart remark and you will be gone and out of here. My name is Mark Hunter, not kid. Rachel runs things at my convenience. For the most part, I stay out of her way."However, the ultimate authority where Hunter interests are concerned resides in me."The lawyer nodded. "Okay, I understand." No you don't understand. You have acquiesced to my orders. However you do not understand."I am in a fight for my life. At stake are the lives of Rachel, her son.