I grin and nod.

'Tit for Tat my dear. Whatever you need, as long as i know whenever that bitch gets within a half mile of me.'

I finally release my grip on her leg, walking fingers down and off her knee.

*She pouts as he releases her leg, she was liking that...she moves in and nips his ear now* And uh..how about a little something for telling you all of this?

'Try my left pocket.' I tell her.

Sex addict workshops always tell you; if you cut out your pockets so you can masturbate in public, you might have a problem.

I give her a grin. Im not above such weirdness. Or i could be offering her a bag... who knows anymore.

*She smirks and moves the hand into his left pocket, teeth nip at his ear lobe*

My pockets are intact. Noone jerks it in black pants. That would be bad form. In the pocket is a small plastic bag with a few grams of the primo blow I stockpile.

'Well I guess i should go see how badly you fucked up my studio...'

I am loathe to leave this place. Anonymity is golden. Security is grand.

*She frowns at him, she was hoping to cop a feel* This is all I get? *Is she really that ungrateful? Yeah...she moves to kiss him full on the lips, her hands a roaming if he lets them*