Her gaze locks with Kamari’s through the curtain of damp hair that has fallen over her eyes. Kamari licks her lips, trying to catch her breath. “Y...ou are mine...” she whispers.“Forever...” Kamari hisses. She readjusts her knees to a more comfortable position that still allows her to straddle the master’s waist. And then she rises up, though she keep the tip of the Big Black inside her. She is now above, looking down into the eyes of her master, her savior.Not breaking the connection above or. ’ ‘Is it because we’re young? Are you that old and bitter that you hate us because we’re young?’ Grey nearly swallowed his cigarette as he barked out a joyless laugh, ‘Such a cliché, and no: I don’t hate you because you’re young,’ he turned from his book to look up at her, ‘Youth is overrated,’ he finished another page and turned to the next one. Miranda was ready to have a meltdown, this man was the most infuriating form of life she’d ever been subjected to. Even her mother couldn’t get her. “Critical Intra-Abdominal Trauma” was all that the media had been able to get on her current condition. The videos of the assassin’s attack played on the screen as medical experts in suits pontificated about what could be seen on the video.“She’ll definitely have intestinal trauma. Probable liver damage, she may require a transplant,” said one of the talking heads as the video showed La Contessa walking into the ballroom with Generalissimo Ramirez and being caught off guard by the tourists.. 'I can't lie and say thatdoesn't sound enticing...'As I sat in traffic, I thought about how little I really had to lose withsuch an offer. My parents had both tragically passed away in the lastfour years. My mom died painfully from a rare cancer, and my dad was in acar accident not long afterwards. With no siblings, and only aunts anduncles that lived on the other side of the country, I was about as aloneas a person could be. Sure, I had some good relationships with friends atwork, but it.