The gigs up." Who the FUCK are you," Sarah said as she blasted commands at me. She was powerful all right, but my mother's and my new and improved shi...elds held."Would you believed we came here to rescue you?" Joey said, grabbing her arms."YOU Two don't KNOW how much trouble you are in. I've just sent for my army of guards... " Oh, and I suppose they all have bulging muscles and bulging dicks as well," I sneered. "Sorry Sarah. But they won't do you much good. Joey, maybe we should... " Joey!?!. Larsen. Mother, where should I put the cake.’ ‘In the kitchen. Since you’re not pregnant get a drink. You know where it is.’ ‘No thanks.’ She made her way to the kitchen and plunked the cake on the counter. She placed the heel of a hand on her forehead. Maybe a drink would be good. Carl came up behind and slipped his arms around her. ‘Surviving?’ ‘Barely.’ He chuckled. ‘Well good thing we’re late. Dinner’ll be served soon. Then we can make an early exit.’ ‘Okay.’ She rested a moment in the cage. The parachute wasn’t gold, more like copper, but it was still more than I expected. I hung around until noon my last day, mostly saying goodbye, until I couldn’t take another handshake or hug. Despite being unemployed, we weren’t in bad shape. The house was paid for, as were two of our cars, my motorcycle, and her sailboat. She grew up sailing, but I got queasy out of sight of land so I didn’t go with her much. Her friend Barb loved to sail also, so she had a sailing partner. It was at a marina. ” Sophie giggled again, and flushed a deeper shade of red. Her eyes sparkled playfully and she looked more than eager. “I think I might be a little tipsy. What were we saying?”“You were just telling me how much you liked what I did to you the other night.” I lied softly. I rubbed the front of her panties and found them already damp with her arousal.“I was?” Sophie said, coyly looking to one side; embarrassment crossing her face even through the alcohol.“It certainly seemed like you enjoyed it..