Sweet suffering, pain mixed with pleasure. Just how Casey liked it. He entered her, going slow to adjust himself then progressively moving faster and... faster till it was all she could do to keep up. Urgent moans turned to full out screams as he fucked her into an orgasm. The walls of her stretching and contracting around him, he thrust deeply and then started slamming her in a steady rhythm. Casey’s breasts bounced, her nipples jutting out and a deep blush spreading across her face. She arched. ”“Sir, there’s no sign of any external trauma or any wounds,” said the EMT. He looked over at me and smiled. “Hey, you’re the X-ray guy, right?” I nodded.“She was pretty. Did you know her?” he asked.“My son’s mother,” I said.“That’s rough,” he said. “But it looks like you bounced back really well.” He nodded his head towards Theresa.“We are not together,” I said.“Yeah right,” said Jackman. “Kevin, you need to spoon-feed that bullshit to somebody who didn’t spend almost three hours of their. ”They were interrupted by the sound of engines, the two friends looking to the sky to see three ships break through the cloud layer, two Penguin gunships flanking a bulky dropship. They were coming in hot, their noses glowing orange as they shed the heat of reentry, winding to lose velocity.“Here comes the cavalry,” Kaz muttered sarcastically. “Looks like my scouts got back to Charlie.”“Guess I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do,” Walker sighed. He waved to his Drones, and they bowed. I knew it usually only took Jessie a few minutes to respond. I waited . . . and waited . . . and waited. I glanced at the clock and realized, to my shock, it was nearly midnight. Let’s see, it was after nine pm when Dr. Andrews called back, and we probably talked for an hour. Then I wrote the e-mail to Jessie, which I probably sent about 10:15. Jessie was probably already in bed. From what her mother had said I knew she had barely gotten any sleep last night, and today had to be really.