The address was a walled estate, not a house. The video cameras that covered the street hadn't been difficult to spot, either. Fuck, it's a fortress, ...he'd thought.Now, he stood on the side of mountain behind and to the side of the walled estate, wishing he had a pair of binoculars. Three homes, not one, he mused from his bird's eye view of the walled fortress.Perhaps a closer look would tell him more.The alarm wasn't loud, but Flint heard it. He'd heard it before when it had been installed and. Structural integrity: Stable. However, I am detecting minor damage to outer hull where Atalanta was dragged across the launch deck of the ship we were boarded from. The damage has effected the belly of Atalanta’s hull. Nothing serious enough to breach, even without immediate attention, but it is advised that it be repaired prior to a prolonged trip. Combat systems: Offline. Our weapons systems have been disabled and our armaments pilfered. They took their time, Captain, and made sure to leave. .. did you just need to make some poopies?" Danica cooed at me. "Iguess that would be kind of harder to do in your seat, huh?"Her cooing was not making things better at all! When I was done though, Istood up, hoping to avoid smashing it against my skin. It really felt nasty,and still quite a bit softer than normal. 'Probably still from that damnlaxative yesterday and some from Addison's milk...'Without warning big hands picked me up. "Pee-ew! You're a stinky baby!"Danica said as her hand landed. There were certain places in the basement of the school where, by the strange confluence of vents and their acoustic properties made it possible to hear the conversations carried on in supposed privacy above. It was while listening in to one of the rare conversations between Sara and her boys that he had found what he was looking for: a way to get her just where he wanted her, impaled on his dick. There was a girl in the school, only a sophomore, who, everyone agreed, was too smart for.