And here comes one of the guys with another pitcher of beer and a drink for me. He says, I saw you were empty. I thank him, thinking, Oh man, I have t...o slow down. I'll drink it but need to pay attention. I hate getting sick. He sets my drink on the counter, and before walking away, grabs my tit a little. My partners turn. He's lining up a shot. I'm getting horny but Carlos isn't here. What the hell, I'm going to really start flirting. I come up behind him, put my hand around his waist, laid my. Is that a crime and are the fucking Black Guard turning into cops?" Why the attitude, Boris? You got a guilty conscience?" About what?" How about driving 200 Euro refugees into the desert? What bullshit is that?" Not my idea," he shrugged."And what the fuck are you doing here? Don't give me that bullshit about watering horses because Bakhunins don't go wandering around in the desert for nothing. Fladomir bumped his head on a rock?" Why the fucking belligerence, Rasida? Your fuck not taking care. Do I have something on my face or what?"Wendy laughed. "No you don't have anything on your face." Well then, I don't understand why they were staring at me. I am so serious mom, their eyes were glued to me!" Oh Chelsea it's all your imagination honey." No it's not! Mom I just go so freaked out! I just want to get out of here." Alright no need to be frightened. We are leaving."Chelsea sighed and both women walked to the check out line. Chelsea's eyes wandered the entire store to make sure she. She pulled out a thick lock from the back of her head, held it between my small bathroom scissors, and closed the blades. It was almost 16 inches long. She offered to braid it into a keychain for me.Then standing behind the dining table, she dropped her yoga pants. Removed her lace panty and threw it at me playfully, saying, “You should always steal used lingerie, silly boy! Now good night. Oh, and it’s 55,” she said, stepping down from the digital scale.That night I lay in bed with her panty.