Part of me was glad to see Fritz. I was alive because of them showing up, but my chances were not greater with them than with these desert rats. The d...esert men were simply going to kill me, and I felt I was already on borrowed hours, but the Germans? I think I would rather my throat had been cut or that I had died in the desert than to be in their hands. Not that it looked like I was going to have much choice which, that old desert man would turn me over to them as soon as those trucks stop. . Well,two issues really. Jenny and Bethan. I'm not sure I wanted to see eitherof them right now and I've no idea what I'd say to Jenny after lastnight so, like a true hero, I took the only brave route and had the Uberdrop me at the far side of her street."Cheers, pal." I slipped from the smelly driver's car, glancing down theroad to Sara's car. I could swear that I could see something through thewindow. I was straining on my tiptoes, wanting a better view before Igot near, when my phone rang.. .. more tightly than Mrs. Gracely's firm grasp could be.Jackie slowly adjusted to the intrusion. Her muscles relaxed, and she felt twinges of pleasure stirring within as the penis impaled her.Mrs. Gracely sensed the changing attitude. "Stroke her now, Malcolm. Make love in her bottom."Malcolm's passions were at a fever pitch as the recently virgin channel squeezed his prick. The tight fit would help bring him to a peak. He began to pump his loins as Jackie whimpered in protest."He can't do. I asked about them.“Remember how I said I made money on missions when it was just ‘available’ at the end of a successful mission? It was just like this. These are bonds that the guy converted to from cash or he was given instead of dealing in cash. It’s not really that uncommon. Cash can disappear or possibly be traced. Bonds are harder. For one thing they have to be signed over to be worth anything.”I turned one over and saw all the signature spaces were still blank. I just looked up at.