He was out of bed and ready to go in less than two minutes. Six years running black ops in the jungles of Latin America taught him to wake and respond... at the slightest hint of trouble.His men were trained to sleep lightly. Max ran drills at all hours of the night to keep their instincts honed and sharp. Tonight they wore black urban assault gear and watched him with anticipation.Their faces were painted black to complete the pack's nighttime stealth abilities. Most carried a Heckler and Koch. Three, two, one... here Igo... COLD! So cold... I've changed my mind, even my new fake life as AmberFoyle is better then this. The currant is strong, it's sweeping me intothe middle... nobody is hearing my cries... of course not, it's two in themorning, everyone is either asleep, out clubbing or out misbehaving.Cold... can't swim, can't move... I'm sinking... can't breath...strange... it's so peaceful down here, and I should... rest, sleep... TryTo Be or Not To Be. I chose not to be... must. Iremoved the earphones and went to the bathroom still wearing the highheels, which were still strapped to my feet.In the bathroom I carefully removed the butt plug. I had to sit down topee, but the bodysuit had internal plumbing that allowed me to urinatelike any woman does. I unbuckled the ankle straps on my high heels as Isat on the commode. I used toilet paper to wipe dry afterwards. Iwashed my hands, looked at my disheveled reflection in the bathroommirror and ran my long red fingernails. Do you realize schism rhymes with gizem?” She didn’t answer. She gave a look like she used to when she was teaching me what I couldn’t understand back behind the barn.Then she said as she broke into a wry smile, “BUT IT’S OKAY IF I FUCK YOU HERE, NOW. Come here!”Suddenly I had a mental picture, the perfect one in fact, Fern and the sisters fucking me surrounded by others. We were. It’s hard to imagine being fucked by a goddess like one of the sisters but I noted all the party goers were focused.