Footsteps pad close, i quiver in anticipation. feather light touches glide down my body, dipping into the bare gaps left by knots, stirring my already... aching passion. the fingers pause at the drenched knots at my pussy, your husky voice tells me that cum soaked silk is hard to untie, and i hear the snick of a blade opening. i freeze, quivering with a potent mix of fear, lust and an element of the unknown. the silk parts with a sigh, and i hear you growl at the sight of my glistening folds. the. I was headed home to Keokuk , Iowa to visit my folks. ‘What are you gonna do since you aren’t goin’ home?’ I asked. Silly question but I never was very good at small talk. ‘A bunch of us girls are going to the Big Easy for sex and relaxation. Oh fuck … what a Freudian slip that was! I meant, rest and relaxation.’ ‘Sounds good. Has New Orleans recovered from Katrina? I mean, are there some good places to stay?’ ‘Yep! We found a cheap place to stay near the French Quarter and the bars are. I'm sure now, that all of those letters I received, except for that first one, were forgeries. And I believe that that Minerva wrote that first letter under duress. That was really what all those inconsistencies, your reversed initials for instance, were about; the poor girl was trying to tell me that something serious was going on." It could be because I set the Carpenters looking for them after I received that letter that they switched to forged letters. Someone as powerful as William. . oh... sure, sarge," Lisa said, a bit taken aback by his tone. "I guess that's the plan then." Right," Lon said. "Jeffy, get on the com and send off a quick report. Take a couple pics of the retreat if you can. While you're doing that, get me a side channel to fire control so I can get some shells flying at these murdering fucks."Jefferson made it so. Fire control, however, had to put him on a waiting list."A fucking waiting list?" Lon screamed back at them. "There are exposed WestHem marines.