.." She pointed with her pistol towards the other side of theroad. "...over there." The guard muttered again and threw the rifleto the ground.Jessie... pointed her pistol back at the driver. "He got anything else onhim?" Don't say a word," the guard growled.Jessie fired into the air, deliberately this time. "Tell me." He-he's got a derringer in a vest pocket -- please don't shoot me --and... and a b-bowie knife in his right boot."The man's yellow streak was showing, and that gave Jessie. They had to know that in a four vehicle convoy, the VIP would be in one of the center two vehicles.The hand-held aviation company radio was still working and screaming, “Stay in the trucks, stay in the trucks.”I could hear bullets hitting the Suburban’s body; we were being shot at with semiautomatic rifles. The armor in the body was still intact even after being sheared off the chassis and being rolled at least twice.Moments later there was a definite change in the gunfire and then all of it. I can pretend you are him visiting on shore leave. I get so lonely with him away at sea so often. You do look like him, except you are a lot younger.”The mention of our age difference startled me because, in all honesty, Addie was so terribly attractive that it was not on my mind at all. I had noticed from the first time we met on the bus that she was wearing her tight-fitting skirt in a way that accentuated her jutting shelf of twin curved globes bringing up the rear. When she walked, they. The distance between the strokes that followed equalled the distance between those at the underside of the firm breast.?Twenty-four, Mistress, thank you.??How are you feeling, my love?? The taller woman asked.?I love you, Jacqy.??I love you too, Tory, but,? she added recognising the tell-tale signs of arousal, ?you are not allowed to come without permission. This is, after all, a punishment, and I doubt that I could be moved to give this permission.?Her Mistress’ order did not come as a.