..all kinds of fuck stuff that, some time ago maybe that would seem fucking deviant or fucking sick to me, but I get so deep in my fuck madness, that ...I fucking care less day by fucking day, I even start to become fucking addicted to it and I just fucking look for more and more fuck. Man, if I got fucking paid for all the crazy fucking stuff I did in my life...I`d be a fucking billionaire by now :).No matter how much fuck I get, there is never fucking enough fuck for me, so I`m fucking paying. “Jaegers, vi er færdige her.” (Jaegers, we’re done here.)Hearing that command, the spec ops soldiers picked up what gear they had with them and walked out the door. Each one made a deferential nod to Carlotta, in thanks for their payment. They all piled into the rental truck they were using and were off to the airport. The only remnant of their passing was the used coffee cups and the memory of them having been there.“So, now what do we do?” Eva asked, anxious to see what might lurk in her. A security guard approached the car to warn the driver that the plant was closed on the weekends.The driver shot the security guard and took his keys. Another large man got out of the car and helped him to prop the security guard on his stool in the guard shack. To anyone watching from a distance, it would seem that the guard was reading.Anna/Charlotte got out of the car and entered the building with the men. Of the 5 men she'd hired these were the only two left. It didn't matter. They were. Everything you're about to read is exactly what happened. I haven't listed names due to anonymity being kept. So with that said, let's begin.In 2010 I went to Fairbanks Alaska for the first time. I had lived in Alaska for 3 years but all the way down in Anchorage. It was a relatively world wide business meeting with people from Italy, Japan, England, and all over the United States.I was 25 at the time, and for those who read my last story, I was not nearly as nervous to talk to women as I.