It wasn’t a kitten! Misty scrambled into the dumpster. The sack was bloody, and her heart was in her mouth as she pulled the mewing puppy from the b...ag. She steeled herself and looked inside it. The inside of the bag as a bloody mess! What looked like a Shepard or Husky lay with her three puppies – all of them dead! Their bones appeared to be brutally shattered. It made her heart stop! She picked up the sole survivor, "Oh god, baby, what happened to your mommy and siblings?" she asked.Misty held. All I can hear is the moans of both women in heaven. Karen reaches under the pillow and pulls out a dildo and tells me to get stick it in Sam's ass, she loves being filled up. With out asking anymore questions, I grab it and the lube and slowly start working dildo into her ass. Sam starts buckin even harder now. And before I know it she starts squirting all the place and Karen reaches her climax also. Both ladies collapse on the bed. Karen and Sam ask me if I'm enjoying myself. I looked down. I walked along a path that was lined on both sides by shoulder high shrubs that were so thick that you couldn’t see through them. It wasn’t intended as a maze, but it felt a little like one with all the twists and turns in the path. I was alone in the garden when I arrived and had my camera to take pictures along the way. I stopped here and there taking pictures and just enjoying the day.Around a secluded corner of the garden I caught the scent of lilacs, it was far too early in the spring. Ty Deshields from the agency knocked, then walked in and handed me a folder. I had texted him while I was in Washington and he was delivering me the information I had asked for. "The best one is on the top."While I was listening to reports I flipped through the documents, blueprints and pictures.Roseanne's report was on the 30 potential employees for the rapid response team. Twenty five had responded and fifteen of them were landing at BWI Sunday afternoon.They were to wait in the MAAR lounge.