The only thing that registered was sex, how good she looked and how it would help her get all the sex she needed to keep her body happy. She also thou...ght about her good she looked naked and how it would keep her stocked with the drugs her body was increasingly craving."Speaking of craving," she thought, maybe now is a good time for a little snort.Searching through her closet for the sweater within which she hid her stash, Olivia pulled out the magic powder and poured a little out onto her. The problem was that Doves were trained to manipulate men, it was hard to tell what was genuine and what wasn’t with them.Morgan was no different; headstrong and built for breeding she was the hallmark of a Dove. They chose beautiful, fertile women for a reason; to make it as difficult as possible for Conservative men to kill them. He should have seen it the moment she killed those fucks in the woods. Only a Dove could murder men so mercilessly over an infertile whore.“Were you sent here to. It felt strange but not unpleasant.“More than you know. I haven’t had … ‘human contact’ … like that for quite a while.”The races were exciting. One boat blew up while another flipped through the air. They were fast and loud and didn’t give space for conversation.They barbecued food and ate with the family two blankets away. Gilbert teased their daughter and talked about the joys of when he had raised his own. Brynn felt jealousy. Dammit. Jealous of a nine year old girl?With the sun getting. “Please no pictures or videoing me, please Mr. Hassan I don’t want you to do that, let me go home now please”“Don’t worry Susan” He said telling me;“Nobody will see the video, it’s just for me”Then he pulled the front of my school skirt up, right up as far as my waist, so he could see my private parts.“No. Stop it” I crossed my legs to try and hide myself.I wanted to push my skirt down but I couldn’t get my hands free, , in despair I turned my head to the wall. I didn’t want him looking at.