That bra totally ruined my blouse and I'd tried to explain that to my mom, but all she cared about was how my nipples showed through it. You could har...dly see them, but the straps of my bra? Duh! It was like silk, or something, kinda thin and it looked really cool, but not with that stupid training bra underneath it. God! I hated my tits anyway, they weren't growing hardly at all and I was fifteen already. I was pretty enough, I knew that, but nobody was ever gonna think I was beautiful, not. The couch pinned me to the floor as Mom came tumbling down at me. Her high heels hit the waxed hard wood floor and slipped out from under her. They went straight out to the sides. Mom slid into a Russian split with her legs completely outstretched to the sides and her hairy pussy landed on my face.Mom screamed out in extreme agony. It was loud enough to wake the neighbors. Then she passed out from the pain. She remained on my face and her weight kept me from getting free…as if I wanted too in. Everyone either wanted to snag him or was petrified they’d stumble across him. Wrong place, wrong time, and they’d never see Death coming. His skills with sweet spots had made him notorious, and the bounty on his head was huge. All the big prisons wanted him, and all the mercenaries told stories about him. But how many, Eve wondered, would be able to brag about fucking him? She licked her pouty round lips and inched closer to her prize. There were no more sleeping mercs between her and the. I can hear you asking already... But, what about the steel floor of the vault? Can I clue you into a secret? There is no steel floor. To save cost and weight on these vaults placed on upper stories most of the time they won't put a floor in. People somehow trust that eight inches of reinforced concrete floor surrounded by three foot thick concrete walls, vibration sensors, sound sensors, palm pads, laser grids, two armed guards, etc., are enough to keep me out.Silly, silly people.Ahh, but how.