Paris was calling my name. Thankfully Michael called me last night. He said it was because he wanted to hear my sexy voice, but I think he just misses... me. The train is finally pulling into the station, and Paris is inches away. I’m ready to explore the city a little, eat something rich and decadent, drink wine with lunch, and whatever else tourists do. And of course, I want to get ready for a very special date tonight. Michael promised to Skype with me tonight, at least that’s what he said last. They were safe from the shockwave and blast in here.The explosion had knocked the half-burned by the fireball, half-broken from impact with solid rock corpse of Good One through the theater doors with them. They looked at him and the other two bodies in the room with them. They pondered the dead Nazis for a moment. Then Mander spoke.“Ok, I got this one and the one with the Uzi, you got the one on top of him. I think the cops get the one out in the hall. Who gets credit for him?”Helen thought. Rick was her husband.“Rick cheats on me every time I go on an overnight or out of town mission,” she said. “He never got over his cheerleader girlfriend in high school. She’s a model, now. They think I don’t know.”“You never told me that,” he said.“I never felt the need to.” She shrugged.“I’m sorry,” he said. “You deserve better than that.”“Isn’t that what I’m getting right now?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “I’ve always been a good, dutiful little wife. I’m tired of putting my life on the. Fuck? Who?She moved the lantern in her hand slightly to the left. Ah, ha! grunted the light haired girl. Now I see! They fucked her! They sure 'nough did. There on the tattered mattress that had witnessed many a night of three and four way fucking, drinking in the staining love juices of lust, lay Sally, legs limply spread. Her pussy mound still glistening with cum in the yellow light and she moved her naked pussy around in slow undulations as if trying to suck in the odors of cum that still.