Murielle is still lying on me, cooling down. I look at her, I am amazed by what just happened. Anger would take me later when I will start thinking. I...n the meantime, the bearded, after having dressed also, looks at me and with a wink says: ' she is damn good your wife. Give me a sign would you ever intend doing this again”. When Murielle has recovered, I guide her to our room holding her by the shoulders. I throw a last glance around us with the intention to retrieve her panties, which must be. With my smooth pink hairless body, hidden organs,pinched waist, unmasculine posture thanks to the corset, and rearrangedhair, which I saw had been teased up into a garden of short points, Imade a bizarre sight. Then they had me walk away, turn, and go back tomy starting point. As I approached the mirror I could see that my gaithad a hip-wiggle that was unmissable. Without permission, I made thatsame circuit again, this time trying to put some 'butch' into my stride,but it came out the same. "Her tear-stained face turned toward him but it was hard to say if she saw him or not. "I was too late. He was getting ready to kill the girl. I heard Michael go through the door. He couldn't know that it was trapped. A simple wire, just enough to make him stumble. Before he recovered the bastard had pulled his gun and shot Michael twice. I was moving as fast as I could. His mic was still working. I could hear his breathing. Rod, he wasn't dead. Then the girl screamed, but it cut off when the. It also explains why there were no tracks, this was dragging behind that damn a****l of hers. It was standing on a small rise looking down at us. If he could laugh, he would have been, I know it. This girl is driving me nuts.”The Hunter stepped forward, “You want help, yet, Tupac? Or, is this still your stubborn Warrior ego?”He looked at the man challenging him, “Damn it. Okay, get your Hunters and the dogs. Only the Hunters. Not the others. Spread out along the opposite side and drive to the.