It grew a bit, though. I found that I wanted to carry around some flatware, a bowl and a cup, a short axe, a military folding shovel and a sheath knif...e on my person. All the plastic backpacks on the shelves had gone to hell. I found a pile of canvas tarps that had been wrapped in plastic, deep in the back of a hardware store. I found needles and some braided fishing line that seemed sturdy enough. I made my own over-the-shoulder backpack. It took a couple of days to make but it worked well. I. Lay still, mon cher... you hear? Lay still..." Then, slowly she raised her eyes to the two weirdly garbed intruders, sensing the contorted expression of hate that twisted her own slender face. "You bastards!" she spat. "You filthy bastards... !" Sorry, Ma'm'selle," the taller one said emptily. "He came at me... nothing else I could do."Annette fought to control herself, her brain racing wildly. She'd recognized them; they were her father's enforcers, two of the three men, she was certain, who. Tina was a sexy little thing, five-foot even, a little chubby at 120 pounds, but in a sexy, voluptuous way and her tits were world class.I hadn't been laid in the three months since my wife left and Tina's hand on my leg gave me a hard on. Her hand slowly started to stroke my leg and that only made matters worse and then she said, "I had fun tonight Tommy, I wish we didn't have to leave."Holy shit! She thought I was Tommy. Or did she? I knew she was pretty blitzed, or was she pretending to be. "Returning the report to her bag, she approached. I stiffened as her fingertip traced the bond from the nearest corner, all the way along to brush my ankle."I see why Laney likes you." A spark ignited from where her fingers brushed my foot and raced up my thigh. "You exude such—" Her finger pads began slow steps up my shin, "dirty innocence."She tipped her head and continued the torturous finger walking. Knee. Thigh, her gaze centring on its sticky coating. Pausing at my hip, she inhaled. "I'm.