Montoya and Uncle Harry were with us in the garage, ready to open the doors so we could go out smokin' when the time came, and ready to close the door...s behind us.Geneva had the four little guys under her care, sheltered in a heavily fortified position on the fourth floor. Martin Kazner and Edward were our fourth-floor control center, with Edward peering out of a window, yards away from Martin but within earshot, where the boy could serve as Martin's view of the fight."Two hundred yards, now,". “Don’t you go exercising your crap on my woman, you little bitch,” he said. “Get in there and cook something to eat.” “Your *woman*? My ass! You ugly bastard–” She broke off, because Deadman had twisted her arm up behind her and pushed her toward the house. “Ow! Owwh! You sadist! My husband’s gonna kick your ass!” Deadman, dragging the daughter, went up the steps past the inert Vince and jumped up to the narrow railing of the veranda, walking along it and propelling her by the upraised and. .. given that I have sufficient privacy, which now I would finally have! Hell yeah!When there are others in the house I usually stifle myself pretty well."MMmm. Oohh. Oh yeah..." will all come out of me, at very low volume.But when I'm all by myself it's more like..."Oh YYEEEAAAHHHH!!! OHHHH Fuck Me! Fuck Me! OOOOOOOOOhhh..." and all kinds of shit like that.I enjoy getting off in the shower, of course. There's nothing like being totally wet, and slippery, and soapy and warm. And your fingers. We need to talk," my father's voice sounded so stern.I stayed silent."Emma?" He asked."Yes dad," I replied quietly."I'm not mad. I miss you dearly and I want you and Ethan home."I felt tears pooling in my eyes. "What about mom?"He hesitated for a moment. "She's ... she's going to have to accept you no matter what. Where are you?"I didn't want to tell him where I was at that moment. I needed to talk this over with Ethan first. "Dad, I'll call you back later today ok?" Emma, please call me back.".