The cities were theirs and yours if you accepted their draconian law, but conditions were not humane, or human!I lived in the wastes, areas outside of... the cities, starved lands and coasts dominated by wandering technological terrors and alien b**sts, as well as the human casualties of their modification programs. Zombies! Not the comical ones from TV, movies and games, but real living nightmares that attacked anything alive with unending ferocity, even among themselves! But it was said that. As she watch she couldn't help but let out little whimper's here and there as he was doing it. She watch's him slowly flog her stomach then down across her pelvic where the thread's slowly hit across her clit making her whimper more then ever as she feels her self get wetter as he does it. He hers her whimpering from him flogging her, he puts the flogger down and then reach's for the needles and slowly takes one out of the jar and slowly pinch's the skin on her breast and slowly pushes. “Besides, it was my case first.”“That was...” he begins trying to find the right words and then just as quickly abandoning his case. “Whether it was your case first or not, that was Russia, this is my turf.”“You are grumpy in morning,” Yulia says, trying to change the subject while keeping control of the situation—one that she is not prepared for.“Yeah well you’d be too if you were having to watch out for me and I was in your country,” Curtis retorts. “Now, are you going to get your skinny ass. She sat down on the couch next to him.“The game is great mom. Thanks,” he took a drink of Coke and looked back at her. “Where’s dad?”“Being an asshole,” she snapped.He knew better than to ask any more questions. Bret Favre had put up a hail mary pass and Troy Polamalu knocked it away for the Steeler win. He finished his Coke and got up to get another one. On his way to the kitchen, he asked his mom if she wanted anything. She asked him to bring her anything with alcohol. When he returned, he.