I slung my rifle across my back and thrust up my hand. One of Dickson's giant hands reached down grabbed mine and with a little assistance from my leg...s he launched me up over the bank.I felt the impact, it hurt like hell! Almost as if someone wearing a pair of brass knuckles punched me right in the back!I woke up drenched in sweat. Looking at the clock through blurry eyes all I could tell by the glowing blue numbers was it was too early AM. The pounding throb where I had been shot all those. “What?” I asked.“We were calling you for a good ten seconds but you weren’t responding,” Anja answered.“Oh, sorry,” I said, as I relayed to them what Abi told me.“Well enough of the history lesson. Are we here to learn or are we here to kill some monsters and level up?” Mason asked, causing me to laugh.“Let’s go, then.”“Hold up,” he said, holding out an arm to block me, which was actually at head height. “Are you going to stay in that form or are you switching to another one? I know fire won’t. Jane stood up and told me to come to her. I did as I was told, and dropped my blanket. We hugged and began to kiss. Her pussy juice was still on my lips, and I could tell she was trying to lick every ounce of them from my moustache and beard. I let my hands roam her body, finding her wonderful tits and rubbing them. I found the nipples and pinched them slightly, and felt her knees buckle. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the couch, feeling my cock. Jo was the brat with a mean streak. Where the joke was practical or verbal, everyone in the room had reason to tread lightly. They had since she was twelve. If you ever saw Private Benjamin, think of the RIT dye scene. Better yet, the dye bomb in Raising Arizona. Jo was ingenious, persistent and could not be bought. No one fucked with little sister. It was that same little sister I saw coming down the hill, wearing a suit very much like Curtis’. There was a cadré of attendants, which concealed.