Tom traced the line of her neck back up towards her mouth, almost as if to gather some composure but he did not get the chance. Natasha bit hard onto ...his lip causing him to instinctively pull tight onto her long black hair. Tom pulled her hair back exposing her neck and began to kiss it and nip at it with his teeth. Moving down her neck to the collar of her drenched t-shirt. Stepping back and placing his hands on her shoulders he commented ‘this shirt is soaking’, she looked at him. ‘Maybe I. Time for operating."John Phillips opened his eyes.Mistress Satin said, "Doctor Grey, meet joansissypieceofshit. Joansissypieceofshit, meet your maker."John Phillips eyes widened in terror. The person called Doctor Grey was very old and very, very weird. Her face was stretched tight as parchment, as though it had gone through many plastic surgeries to keep her young. Her hair was bleached blonde, oiled to dripping and tied in a tight bun. Her pail skin was coated in some sort of latex makeup. It. When they reached the airport the gate was already open to the tarmac and the chartered aircraft. Larry pulled straight to aircraft’s cargo bay where the pilot and another member of the crew were waiting at a conveyor belt. Mike and Larry loaded the weapons and ammunition from the pickup into large plastic storage boxes lined with foam with additional foam sheets available to help protect the different layers within the container. As soon as they were finished Mike, the pilot, and the other. “Fuck it, I’m going in,” she said. Without hesitation, she ducked under the velvet rope and went down the hall to Jellyfish Cove.“Aubrey? Aubrey!” I whispered. I checked to make sure no one was watching us, then checked all the corners for cameras. “Aubrey, we can’t!” I hissed as she rounded a corner and left my sight. I ducked under the rope and hustled after her. Never a dull moment when she was around. That’s one of my favorite things about her, the extra spice she brings to life. She pushes.