“Fine! I’m heading to the office now. What happened?”“I had three helicopters and multiple cars breaking into my house. That’s what happened.... I’m almost certain Kapampelis has something to do with this. I think he invited us to his party as a distraction, so his people could get inside.”“Alright bud. I’ll help you get to the end of this. You just keep safe.”“I’m trying. Call when you got news” and with this Atlas closed the call.By the time he closed the phone, he had already reached the. She moaned with pleasure, thinking that once more she`d got her beloved Simon back.Just briefly I stopped. Just long enough to slip out of my sweater and tug my trousers and boxers down. After all...... fingering her juicy snatch was good but.....I WANTED TO FUCK HER TOO!!I grasped her wrist...... her arm limp and bade her turn over onto her back. She took a moment to grasp what `her Simon` wanted but after a moment or two`s hesitation she willingly rolled over. I helped guide her hips just. It's the only way I can help you. Stop the pain and hurt. Tell me...where is the box?"I gripped the shiny X's of pins I'd run through the buttons of her nipples and gently twisted them, as though he were adjusting the faucets in a shower. Jagged bolts of fresh pain lanced through her breasts at the twisting pull. Her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth ground together, lips pulled back in a rictus. She tried not to whimper and failed. "Tell me, Alicia" I murmured. "Stop the pain. Where is the. K., December 2016(Author's P.S.: To get a more immersive experience when writing, I like to listen to themed music, which I highly reccomend you do as well- for this story I listened mainly to a compilation of Ennio Morricone's theme music, a live album of the Spaghetti Western Orchestra, and my own playlist of Western cinema scores, all of which can be found online. It really helps me get in the mood, so do give it a go!)(Author's P.P.S: The more astute readers may notice that the story is.