A code for something else.

Regina continued with her line of thought, “Well maybe it is written to look like a phone number... but it is really something else, maybe a combination to a lock, or maybe the number of a locker at the airport, or a bus terminal. It could even relate to a safety deposit box at a bank or something. You might have written it to make anyone who found it think it was just a random phone number. I think we need to look for something else. The phone number might be busy because it is out of service or something.”

You think for a moment as she speaks and realize that she is probably correct, you would have done something like that. You say to her “One of the first things they taught us was, “always hid important things in plain sight. No one will ever look there.”

Regina picked up on your answer right away, “When you say someone taught you, who were you talking about; who taught you that? Are you starting to remember more?”

You close your eyes for a few seconds trying to get your mind around the fleeting thoughts filling your head. They slip away before they coalescing into anything firm and you open your eyes and shake your head at her. Regina looks truly disappointed and you notice again what a pretty woman she is. Your cock starts to twitch and you can feel the insatiable sexual hunger growing in you again. Your eyes start giving Regina the once over, taking in her swelling breasts and tight ass.

Regina can see where this is heading and she averts your sexual thoughts by hopping up and treating you to the sight of her jiggling tits moving over to the pile of cloths on the floor. She starts to get dressed, and as if by reflex you do also. The hunger is there, but it is not uncontrollable, at least not yet. It helps as she covers her body, although the tight clothes don’t help all that much. Her hard nipples are still poking out the thin top she is wearing, and it takes some effort to tear your eyes away from her.

“Let’s go get something to eat. I am starving," you say to her and the two of you head down and out the back door of the club. The cool night air feels awesome on your skin as you step into the night. You instantly appraise your surrounds, looking at all the possible spots that an assailant or an assassin might hide. You do this instinctively before you are even aware of it, like it is something you have done for so long that it is reflex. The weight of the gun against your back, where you tucked it into your pants is a comforting feel and you light a cigarette as you start to walk towards Rocky’s