Hannah’s choice was made. Richard, nice boy, nice name. Hannah though was thinking dick. Richard Dick; she was caught with Dick. Cock…Dick…Cock�...�� her mind closed off to anything else.Richard and his dick had no idea how lucky they were going to be. He was nineteen; no car and his parents were home. No problem. Hannah lived nearby and her mum was not at home; off they rush.Fast is a misnomer when it came to the speed of their mutual stripping of gear in Hannah’s room. Richard thought the petite. The sheets stuck to her skin. And her pussy felt as if it was on fire. So did her nipples, her ass and the joints of her jaws.She stumbled to the bathroom.The mirror made her groan. Her hair stood out in a sticky halo. Mascara and lipstick were everywhere. And she wondered what the traces of white powder were that lined her nostrils.God, did the shower feel good.Twelve or more jets surrounded her. They massaged her sore body. The sizzling water at least took some of her exhaustion with it down. Just don’t tell your father all that I have said, or he will put her in the proverbial tower, lock the door, and bury the tower!”“Well said, Charles — very well said,” he said laughing loudly.He had put down the phone, and I was waiting for that voice that makes my heart pump a little faster when, “Hello. This is Claire — Who’s calling?”“This is the young man who has given his heart to a fair maiden with hope that she may return the fondness in kind.”“That’s so beautiful, Charles. Is that. The pilot was alive but had one hand ripped off and a branch in his stomach. By their clothes I knew they were not from Addison, "who sent you?"The pilot cursed as he shifted and glared, "you are dead."I snorted as I looked at him, "so you are with Clint."He fumbled with his belt and the weapon in a holster. Since it was on the wrong side he could not reach. I shook my head, "I would guess the larger predators will be coming within an hour. They might wait until you are dead to eat you. Most.