From the beginning to the end, the progression of events entering the theatre house confused him. Louis, who was always ignoring his existence, grabbed him multiple times, and then she shoved him into a locker, entering with him. The locker was a tight fit for both of them so they were pressed against each other.
It wasn’t the pressure on his neck that caused him the most discomfort. It was the ever-growing bulge in his pants as the ample bosom of a female was pressed up against him. Worse, she was holding a gun in a position where she could fire at any time, pressing against him further. There was no greater terror.
“Frances Motoki is here”
“She is?”
Mikhail was grateful for something that could shift his focus from their position and his erection.
“It would seem they are running a
