Criminal: I Love Criminals!
Bawdy

After the orphanage we went straight home.all the way hugging Morgan's body reminds me of the first time I touched her body after the incident at the engagement party between me and David, which was a, nothing changes his body temperature is always warm.

Just the day we left home, I already felt very much missed the atmosphere in this three-story building. I lay down on the bed from the window grille, the wind blowing wet, teasing my body. I picked up the book I last read. My eyes can no longer read it. Tiredness almost extinguished my whole taste. Cook lazy, eat lazy, let alone books. I can only laze around, condemned to deadly silence.

Later that night I'll accompany Morgan to rob at the supermarket. Can I do it well? I thought he would hesitate to ask me.

“Surge! That's my bed,” said Morgan who just entered the room. “You just got straight to the room and slept in someone else's bed.”

“What's really why? Sleeping in your bed for me is normal,” I said. “We've slept together, even though it's only been once. And there's Lily too.”

Morgan smoked his cigarette slowly and quietly as if he did not want to miss the slightest taste of tobacco.

“No! That so can not be called sleeping together ya.” Said convincing. “Oh, yes. It!” Morgan threw something at me.

Hap

“Pistol?” ask her.

“You remind me tonight what we're gonna do? Not one day I said it couldn't possibly forget.”

“Sleep together?” I said tease.

“Stupid Basics..! still small, but his perverted mind continues.”

I laughed when I saw Morgan angry while misbehaving, his face slightly reddened despite being slightly covered in a thick beard and mustache. “Ha.ha.ha, Morgan misbehaved tuh.” Morgan frowned even though I faintly saw a faint smile on his lips.

“Can't! Wear it. You must realize your experience is still very poor in terms of crime, let alone use a gun,” he said. “In this case I think I am very sensitive to you. The gun is called glock, just like deagle. But it's easier to use. In view of your current abilities, if using a deagle will only trouble me later. You should remember my analyst.”

“Oh, yes?”

“Hey, what do you want?”

Morgan raised my hand as I pulled the gun out of bed to him. “test.!” I said deliberately pranking him. “don't mess around yeah, I can also.”

“DOORR” I screeched imitating the sound of gunfire as the bullet escaped from the gun making Morgan instantly close his eyes in surprise.

“Isabella...! come here you.”

Morgan again smoked his cigarette, this time the fire was almost at the base of the cigarette. Then he threw the base of the cigarette on the floor and trampled the fire to death. I who was still laughing because I felt that I had managed to judge him did not realize that Morgan was approaching me who was still in bed. “Awas ya you,” Morgan raised both his hands are ready to attack me.

Then immediately reached my stomach, his fingers were very agile tickling every inch of the upper body. I squirm holding amusedly, laughing to let out tears. My hands also do not want to lose agile trying to block the hand of Morgan who increasingly tips to launch a tickle attack.

Too cool, even our bodies. One tried to attack and the other tried to resist. Morgan and I laughed so much that his agility involuntarily touched my chest. We immediately fell silent, the atmosphere was crowded, suddenly so quiet clumsy. Morgan immediately pulled out his hand and got out of bed.

“Ma-sorry, I accidentally.” Without looking at my face, he hid the pink cheeks.

So did I, turn my face while my hands were busy protecting the chest that had just been touched by him. “Ngh, it's okay I understand.” Answer shy.