Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 115
“I can’t leave you alone for a moment,” she said. “Who is this?”
My lifter was still lifting and the ‘girls’ were loving it.
THEN ... Two noticed the cop. The cop noticed her.
Two is ‘noticeable’ ... it’s that damn impossible red hair ... and the rest of her. Two is a ‘complete package.’ Two, in her teenager disguise is ... well ... she just IS.
“I’m her housemate ... when do you get a break?” Two was speaking to the cop.
She looked again ... recognition. She asked, again, “Who is this,” and nodded at my holder upper.
My feeble attempt at explanation fell on deaf ears. Two was looking intently in the general direction of my very comfortably held breasts. Her eyes traveled up and stared at the holder. Bright red. I almost collapsed when he let go. I didn’t like it.
I said so.
“They were just fine where they were.”
Oops. My turn achieving brilliant red. There was no possible conclusion other than ... I liked it.
“Who are you?”
“Adam Dent.”
Two took over, “Adam Dent.” She nodded. “What do you do, Adam Dent?”
Two has eighteen down to perfection ... even if she is 2k years old. The mom look ... over the glasses and down her nose ... or would ... if she wore glasses. She doesn’t. So it was Down The Nose.
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