..I'm pretty tired," I replied, hoping she'd leave me alone."C'mon, it will help you sleep tonight," Mom said, entering the room.If anything was going... to wake me, it was the sight of her standing there. Mom was wearing a one-piece leotard, all slick and shiny. I molded to her curves. Her nipples made small circlets at the center of where her breasts bulged. Her legs were in tights, also smooth and slick. The top was a light pink, and the legs yellow. My eyes were drawn to her crotch, were I. She may have even been a little bossy - but there again, I had got usedto that with my mom, so I suppose that I may have allowed myself to fallinto old habits. But I will admit that I wouldn't tell her where I wascalling from. After all - as I told her - I had to respect my wife's needfor privacy. That was the first time I heard her tinkling laugh -although I didn't understand at the time. We parted amicably, with mepromising to think about setting up a reconciliation for them.I was surprise. ”I looked up at him from my seat. “Just do the damn job, Detective.”Standing over the dead hooker, I repeated myself.“Just do the damn job.”A smile split Jones’ face. It was our code now. They were off the leash, able to do anything they wanted as long as it wasn’t traced back. The word would go out – Jones and Johnson were going to be out looking for Deke. If he was smart, Deke would head to the nearest patrolman and turn himself in with a signed confession in hand. Of course, I’d heard a lot. The soldier steps back with a look of shock as he bounces against the rope of the bridge, mouth agape. He tries to speak but only blood fills the void. Natalya puts her finger to her lips, “Sshh...” And then she pushes the soldier over the side.She crosses the bridge, slipping back into the shadows again upon reaches the other side. With the exception of the rift the cave is small and the exit tunnel lies within another ten feet from the bridge. Crossing into the tunnel and following its.