. his little girl ‘self-defense.’ The man was ... Army Intelligence. What he taught her...” She reached for a bottled water, took a drink, and r...ecovered. “Was something called the Fairbairn Fighting System! The mixed martial art developed for undercover OSS agents in World War II! It’s also known as ‘Gutter Fighting’ and ‘The Art of Silent Killing!’” She looked back to Julie. “Which he always refused to teach me, for some reason...”Julie turned to me.“Dad felt it’d be safer if I just looked out. The next day, some guys and I went out to help people dig out their cars. After a few hours the cold got to be too much for me so I went back inside. Once back inside I went to take a hot shower, as far as I knew Erica was still in bed. After about 20 mins, I got out and went to my room to get dressed. I had a towel around my waist and was looking through my closet when I heard my door open then close. I turned around and there was Erica standing there in a satin robe. Before I could say. I leaned in, devouring his enticing smell. Musky manliness mixed with pheromones and the faintest hint of his cologne. I took one of my hand small hands wrapped it around his cock, looking up to make eye contact. My thin fingers made his cock feel more impressive. I pulled on his foreskin and gave him a couple of jerks, watching his reaction. I didn’t get a chance to see because he pulled my head back towards his twitching cock, giving me the hint, ‘lets be like the Nike slogan, and “Just do. Cathy sighed. It had to be either Chris or his father. The car stopped, pulling off the road a few feet past her, and the driver's door opened. It was Don Robinson, she knew although she'd never really met him, and he came to her."Cathy," he said, "your mother is very upset about this." Screw her," Cathy blurted. "I'm finished with Gwen. You aren't headed for New York by any chance, are you?"He took her hand in his and spoke firmly. "No, and neither are you. Get in the car."As he turned around.