So I ran the lists of reasons why I couldn't go online:1) My parents would see the mail before I would. 2) Credit card history my parents can access. ...That's all I needed to push open the door and walk in. As my eyes adjusted to the dark shop, flashes of the images I saw every time I thought about a place like this passed through my mind. Seedy with some older creep watching porn behind the counter as mounds of dildos cover the floor. I was surprised as I looked around and saw organization,. . you left this in my car. I figured you'd probably need it," he said with a little smirk, extending his arm toward me, holding out the black leather wallet."Thanks," I said, taking it from him, softly grazing his palm with my fingertips as I picked it up."You're very welcome"Owen turned to walk back to his car, but stopped himself. He turned back around and in an instant was right in front of me, reaching for the back of my head, pulling my lips up to meet his. I leaned my body into his as our. I repeated it until my throat was sorefrom talking. That afternoon before I was allowed to get up from thechair I must have done an acceptable job cause she let me get up to goto the bathroom, and by then my bladder was killing me. She wouldn't letme even get up to use the facilities until I had everything downperfect. I was one grateful person.When I got back she got me to start making dinner. Now, I'd had classesand was a damn good cook. I wasn't a five-star chef no, but I couldserve in a. "Misty sighed; shaking her head as the woman suddenly appeared at their table. "Excuse me," she asked, her accent putting a stop to any speculation that she might not be from the Orange Islands, "I've just been transferred here, and I was supposed to get in touch with one of our bosses..." The southern courier's voice trailed off as a look of sudden panic entered her pale blue eyes and she quickly searched the pockets of the heavy Winter coat she wore. "Oh yeah," she said at last, reading from.