Picking up baby Emmeline while her supposed father went apeshit with a Japanese war sword, after finding Mum in bed getting gang banged by eight stran...gers; the IF was Bob's own survival card number three thousand and saving his darling baby sister Emmeline was number one or two, swapping to the odds of her next IF survival card. The idiot was upset because Bob and Emmeline's Mum was doing what was her recognised hobby, and casual part time occupation, and Bob saving newly born Darling Emmeline,. It was the only training available. In it, the narrator was running through various settings and said of maximum endurance cruise that the Corsair will, 'hum along like a sewing machine.' I had to laugh now. I was really aware that I wasn't flying a Cessna anymore. The Corsair was a warrior. This wasn't a sewing machine. Planes had flown back to their base with whole cylinders blown off the engine. She was tough. But it required that the pilot really fly the plane, constantly adjusting settings. Chalk that up to ‘boys will be boys,’ I guess,” She said, shrugging.~~~I looked at my phone. A text came in from Daisy. Come on in, Daddy.~~~“Hey, Lillian, one more thing. Before I leave, what exactly is the backstory of The Factory?” I said.“So, basically, this used to be a nightclub. I was here when it was a nightclub. Since our city is known for it, our boss turned this into a strip club, bringing Social Media hoes, viral internet twerking chicks, Daisy, Raven, yours truly, and others. The. You fucking stink. I am going to take you in your bathroom and wash you off... I'm taking my knife with me. If you give me the slightest trouble I will cut you every time you do... until I get tired of it and just slit your stupid whore throat." Rachel nods and stands still, head hung down low. Her filthy, cum and piss-soaked hair hangs in clumps all around her face and shoulders, halfway down her bowed back. She hears a rustle of paper and feels him tug her around the foot of the bed and to.