She'd been a notorious _male_ outlaw -- "Mad Dog" Jesse Hanks, they'dcalled him -- before Shamus O'Toole's potion had transformed her intoher current ...form. All she'd done was kill a few good-for-nothings andbrag about killing even more of them than she really had - and thatshe'd _enjoyed_ doing it. It was usually a good idea for an outlaw tohave a deadly rep."Even so, I never did time for anything I _had_ done," she toldherself, "and I sure as hell don't wanna die for something I _didn't_do. . I couldn’t let go. But it’s not all bad. Basic was a bitch because we couldn’t talk for three weeks, but then we got weekly calls. NSO training and the job ... it’s like having any other job. I work a forty-hour week—more or less—call home or call one of my girlfriends every night, and get regular vacation time, which I plan to use to come home this summer. The only thing different is that I have group meetings and I’m a long way from home. Really, they could have given me the same damn job in. After the long smooch she tells me to stop..she goes to washroom and comes back with her bra in her hand with her gown on..she jumps on me and starts kissing me ever so passionately and running her nails all over my jacket..the next moment I know she has removed my jacket and shirt.I slowly start feeling her thighs from.above the gown and she starts feeling my dick.I remove the hooks and her gown comes down to her breasts…Fuckk the cutest pair of things I’ve to see and I go mad kissing and she. The look on his face was priceless as I took my finger and started on one side of the point nearest his cock, and traced the roadway over the tip and down to the other side, telling him that might be the best way to go, but I was not totally sure if it was or not.Reaching in, I grabbed the map, and folded it in two and put it back into his hand, but this time, it no longer hid his cock and jerking hand from my sight. As he took it from my hands, I put my hands on the jacking hand, and ran it.