All areas with low income or Section 8 housing projects, and all areas with high concentrations of gang activity.We waited two days. Two days for the ...locals to come up with something, anything. Two days for the Feds to throw their weight around and get us a lead. Two days of pacing in the penthouse, working out and swimming almost obsessively. Two days that I promised Dean.All anyone could tell us was that the human trafficking issue was bigger than anyone was willing to admit. Yes, girls were. I realise with sudden clarity that my mental focus has altered. Instead of being locked in my head, struggling and fighting what I perceive as the inevitable outcome, I'm relaxed watching Saffie's joy elevate from such close quarters.The faint clicking of her wetness beneath her fingertips is electric. I rove her body and find her staring at my shaft being tugged before she glides her gaze up to meet me. She's right. Being revered does feel wonderful. I glow inside, my body starting to quiver,. Wave after wave. We finished together. She pulled me to her and we kissed for a long time. We finally got up to see the cushion on the couch saturated and smelling of sex. “we needed a new one anyway” she said as she led me upstairs to the master bedroom. We went into the on suite bathroom and showered together. Washing each other, playing with each other enjoying the bliss.“my hung boy” she said as she toweled off. “I am so proud of you” “wait til round two” I said as I took the towel from her. His hands went to his neck as he sank to his knees. I pulled out my blade and let him fall on his face, gushing blood.The young officer seemed to have been frozen in place, his sword pointed down beside his horse's flank. His eyes got big and his lips quivered."Get down," I said, sheathing my gory blade.He gathered in his reins and kicked his horse, but I was faster and knocked him off his saddle with a swing of my rifle butt. He fell, sprawling in the dirt, his mouth a bloody mess. I kicked.