“I’ll ... I’ll get you your drink,” he said as he tried to maintain his balance. He hobbled towards the counter, but her heard Hijiri’s voic...e.“Our ride is here.”He and Cho both looked out the front window, where a fancy town car sat, waiting.“So? We’ll leave when we’re done. That driver is paid to wait.”“Dad will be mad if we’re late.”“Ugh, fine.”The two of them gathered their things and left. No money was left on the table, and the bartender didn’t write down any numbers for a tab. Two. She responded by hooking her thumbs around the waistband and yanking them down to the tops of her thighs. Her tan-lined ass was now directly in front of me and I instantly began to get hard. Gently I put one hand on each cheek and spread the firm globes apart. Sure enough, I spotted another tick getting ready to latch onto the soft flesh of her ass. Without thinking I pulled it off and crushed it with my thumbnail.“Oh my God”, she gasped, “Make sure that’s the only one!”I spread her cheeks. After kissing him once I whispered to him to ignore Haji-Resa and focus on me alone. Kissing him a second time I managed to lead him away from any possible confrontation. Glancing back only once I was happy to see that the terrorist’s facial expression and body language had relaxed and returned to normal. After witnessing my display he must have concluded that his initial thoughts regarding the American were in error. Walking out, with my arm around the American, I said. ‘Hello. My name is. I didn’t have to pay for the gas and I took a wide variety of vehicles just to be different.[Before I started working on it -- but surfers were nuts for this old truck and it ran good.]The one thing that attracted some guys attention was what was called a Sampan, an old 1941 Chevy one ton modified and used in the cane fields to haul labor to and from.It had benches in the back running fore and aft from the drivers seat all the way to the back gate. Open sided with curtains it was an all weather.