Anyway, Al was in Cheyenne Mountain, the NORAD Command center. While he was in negotiations, there was a security situation. It was a glitch, a drill,... something like that. So now the site is in lock down for a few days. No one leaves and no word in or out. At least he should have unrestricted access to the government negotiators as they are locked in also. He should do well out of this but don’t expect him back before Monday. Don’t call Aero-Gel and talk to them about this, because I really. His companion Clint was about the same height as Billy and Tommy, but much stockier. He had a rough looking, brutish face and his eye gazed at Sharon’s sexy body with an undisguised lust that sent a shiver down Sharon’s spine.“Hi Mrs Johnson,” the two boys greeted her as Billy headed for the lounge with his three friends in tow.“Hi boys,” replied Sharon as they all walked past her, she blushed a little as Tommy whispered to her "Nice Tits Babe" and squeezed her ass on the way past.The four. Reverend Earl Stamford of the Christian Salvation Front personally ordered the extermination of all ‘feminists’ of any stripe in town in retaliation for the castration and slaughter of a number of ambushed male Dominionists. They were shot on sight, no quarter asked or given by the Dominion Zone and the CSF.“Stamford justified this by alluding to the slaughter of the Amalekites, Canaanites, etc. in the Old Testament as being commanded by God. He also called them ‘witches’ and had them shaved. All that mattered was overcoming my irrational fear and proving to myself I had nothing to worry about. But when I noticed a shape following me, I lost it. Each time I glanced over my shoulder, the shape got closer. It was too dark for me to tell if the person following me was a man or a woman, but their sex was irrelevant. All that mattered was the terror their presence brought to my body. Deep down, I knew it was most likely just someone crossing the park to shorten the length of their walk.