With a slow deliberate movement, the demon brought his mouth right next to my ear.In the softest of whispers he said, "Little Angel, I have become acc...ustomed to the feeling of touching and controlling your kind. Be still, lest I choose to remember that it was you that separated her from me."A cold chill traveled down my neck.His hand returned to my hair, and once more began the gentle motion of threading through my battle tangled hair.A few new tears rolled down my cheeks, but this time I had. I stood once again and saw my 416 laying on the floor, I reloaded it with a fresh mag and slung it It was too long for these tight corners. I instead un holstered my second glock and reloaded the first‘’stupid alien bitches! Wait till they taste this’’ I walked down the hall to what looked like a door, I opened it and cursed my luck. There were 20 more squid fuckers in tho room they all saw me, one of them wrapped its tentacles around my glocks and ripped them away. My first thought was to. When I showed them around most gave it up as a bad job. They just wanted to sit on a tractor. I had two men left to choose between. I showed them the list of tasks that I planned to finish within the next two years, such as replacing the barbed wire fence with a riven wood, or split rail, fence; re-planting the coppice woods, erecting and setting up a traditional early American barn and getting the orchards operational. Only one of them wanted to get in there and get his hands dirty—Mark Sturm.. Peter’s attention was caught by the chant of the crowd. He glanced at the giant screen and noticed his Dad kissing a strange woman.“What the hell?” He said under his breath. He stood and peered to where he thought they might be sitting. He couldn’t find them.Brad and Abby were laughing watching her Dad and Vicky kiss, “Oh come on Dad, even Brad and I can kiss better than that! Hell Britney and Amber kiss me better than that!” Abby yelled, “We want another kiss, we want another kiss!” Abby.