“And now I have you in my clutches Ensign, resistance is futile.”Joe smiled at her,“Ah but I am not an ensign ma’am Borg, I am the XO.”She f...rowned,“XO? The Executive Officer?”His smile turned to a grin,“The hugs and kisses, resistance is futile!”He stepped forward and swooped her up into his arms, making her squeal in surprise and a few moments later she sighed in pleasure as their lips locked together, though they haven’t seen each other for some time, the kissing was slow and gentle, her. He smiled inwardly, knowing that he should feel some kind of remorse for his vicious treatment of the cunt-eating stewardess, but he didn't. He had settled the score, so to speak. Not only with her, but with Francine--thought his ex-wife's comeuppance for what she had subjected Davie to was still to be arranged.His ego was bolstered, he was king of the mountain now. He never thought he would be able to get it up three times in a row! Why the hell had he denied himself for so long? Too bad the. Besides, I think you'll like the way I put out the fire..."Tanya moaned, but didn't try to read his mind. It was always more fun to be surprised by his inventiveness when it came to her sexual mutilation and murder. She thought back to that time in the lodge when he'd actually rammed a pry bar up inside her, all the way to her chest, then skewered both her breasts with another iron bar. The pry bar he'd shoved inside her had a bend in it that caused it to exit just below her rib cage, and she. "I don't understand it," she was telling the nurse. "He always bashes his head when we're out running."She was holding my hand for comfort."Have you tried running beside him?" suggested the nurse.It took a second. Grace looked down."It's not your front," she said.Grace turned red! She dropped my hand and slapped me. "MEN are such PIGS! You're MY BROTHER!" You have a mighty fine butt," I tried my winningest smile.Grace took another swing but the nurse caught her hand, "Ah. Ah. Ahh. Stitches.".