“I can recall Pierson saying nothing would go wrong with this mission,” Sam says sarcastically.“It hasn’t yet,” Nash says, leaning against t...he wall with his weapon lowered, pointing toward the ground. “Our contact will show, don’t worry.”“I certainly hope it’s the contact and not a group of soldiers,” Spencer says, keeping his guard up.“Humans are so predictable,” a voice filters out from the shadows.Spencer spins around to face the voice. Samantha has her pistol out and trained just a second. The kind of smell that she imagined that shadows would have if they had a scent.Tears were starting to streak down her cheeks. She wouldn’t bawl, she was eight years old and she believed her dad when he said that eight-year olds don’t bawl.Don’t cry.The voice surprised her. She looked around, but only saw the walls of the abandoned, dried up well.It’s okay, child.The voice sounded like it was everywhere around her.“Who are you?” She asked, her fear only mounting.A friend. The voice said. It. "Do you think you could loan me the money?" she then pitched. "And I'll figure out a way to pay you back later?"Once again I was surprised by her brashness, but before I could respond appropriately she interrupted my train of thought."My TV show is doing really well at the moment you know!" she added excitedly.I looked my sexy niece up and down and thought carefully about my answer, knowing full well that if it were under any other circumstances or any other woman, I would have cursed her out. It happened one afternoon when Tom wasn't around and hadn't been for several weeks. She didn't know if they'd broken off their relationship or why had hadn't come to see her but she grew desperate for some male sexual attention. Finally, she turned to a young male that she knew would be very cooperative and give her exactly what she needed. The lucky male was her oldest son, and she seduced him one afternoon when he'd come home from school and took his innocent virginity and transformed him.