?I mean to cure you of this.?Bootsie took me out to the back yard, stark naked,and I watched, shivering in the November air as she cut a switch from a... sprucetree. As Bootsie trimmed the smalltwigs off the switch, she lectured me about my lack of focus.?I see this in men everywhere, in my workplace, in myfamily of origin, everywhere.? Bootsie cut the lastof the little pieces off, and folded her knife up. ?You all are much toointerested in your own self-centeredness.? Bootsie walked up and lifted. My toes curled as his dark eyes shot up my body. His lips came closer and closer to my pussy. “Mmm, Clint.”Had he read my mind? Did he sense I needed a little loving? Normally, one of us would wake him up with cock-sucking, usually one of the sex slaves (my mother, Aunt Cheryl, and my bratty sister Lee).“Hungry for pussy for breakfast?” I asked, my nipples tingling as his mouth came closer and closer to my pussy.“Just had a craving for hot cunt,” he said, his hand sweeping down my thigh to my. I had no sooner put the phone down than it rang. It was a reporter from a daily, I just slammed it down. I was just standing there trying to get my thoughts in order when my mobile rang it was another reporter. “Bobby they had my phone and mobile numbers, I felt trapped,” she said sobbing. “I phoned for a taxi and arranged for it to meet me at the end of the lane on the main road. I threw some cloths on grabbed my handbag and just left, they followed me all the way up the lane asking horrible. He’d kidded Roger about being a poor rifle shot. He was devoutly thankful for it now. Had it been Tony or Yamina they were chasing, half of the team would be dead.“Try to talk to him, Hollis.” Maria’s helicopter orbited a safe five hundred meters overhead. The other helicopter had landed on the beach, and the second search team was working its way toward them.“We’ve been talking to him for the past several hours. He won’t even answer us.” Hollis inched his way to the crest and peeked over..