"Hey bitch, dnt think I can make it out there 2 nite. Me n Kyle are still in bed, srry. rain check." "Ugh, fuck you Jenny," I mumbled under my br...eath, watching steam flow out of my mouth into the freezing air. "Guess I can't blame you though." And who could? My best friend, Jennifer, was a gorgeous blonde with an absolutely perfect body. Every guy I had ever met wanted desperately to fuck her. If I had her looks, I would probably be shacked up, getting railed on by a hunky bartender, or. I suggest you store them out on the Aleutians somewhere, and don't be around here with radioactive planes very long." Trust me General," said Kitchens, "they are not radioactive. We checked them over, and they were fine. Besides, I am taking this war back to our enemies, and not playing babysitter to a few thousand civilians." Very well, Admiral Kitchens," replied Brubaker, "Someone has to keep the pumps flowing. You shall have your fuel and food as fast as you can get it loaded. It will start. Carl “ooohed” as my breasts were presented from beneath the doona and rubbed the crotch of his pants, making a swishing noise as he applied the pressure to his groin. Steven grabbed a hold of both of my breasts and said something about the wonders of plastic surgery. He dug his rough fingers into my breasts and felt the implants under my pectoral muscle with such force, I thought he might have ripped them clean off. I moaned, the pain of his short yet sharp fingernails digging into my skin. The day began with such promise and now her fate was in limbo. She desperately tried to undo the ropes on her hands to no avail. She was warned against yelling for help as she was dumped into the back of the carriage. ‘Why me,’ she whispered, ‘why me?’ She slept intermittently as the carriage made its way down the road. The man must have stopped a few times. She had woken up to find bread and a canteen of water in the hay. She consumed them with a great ferocity. She thought of Layne and how.