More. Put your fingers in all the way,” she pleaded. “Fingers?” I asked. “Do you want more than one finger?” “Yes. Fuck yes,” was her im...patient reply. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass with your fingers!” Pleasure, passion, desire, craving and need had taken over Sarah’s mind and body. The waves of pleasure that rippled through her body, the quivering in her pussy, the lust for sex that now consumed her, was not enough. Sarah wanted and needed more. She belonged to me now, and she knew it. I controlled. “Fuck,” you breathe as you turn and run further down the road. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant suburb. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam. Why wouldn't she just shut up?"Ain't missed a thing," she said. "Madrid and Barcelona. What a mess."Then she coughed some more."Must have been hard on a woman," I said."Oh, I was in disguise. Nobody had time to care. That boy I followed gotkilled in Barcelona; don't know who did it, weren't any sides left bythen, the price of politics. A boy I knew after that joined the Canadiansin '39. Heard he went a bridge too far and didn't come back. We all crossthat bridge. Get old and everyone else is. Nothing much happened until a couple of hours later when the mag 7 theme began playing somewhere in my apartment. I had to hunt the phone down before I could answer it. "Hello," I said on the fifth or sixth ring."What kind of trouble," Mike asked."You dumped Gwen in front of everyone. She has to save face now, don't let her do it at the expense of my people," I demanded."What do you mean?" he asked."I mean, do something to keep her from giving James Smiley a heads up. If that prick burns my.