" No response; just fading footsteps. Probably just as well, he could maybe take Neckless on his own, but not his less loquacious friend as well.Was a...ll this supposed to intimidate him? The blindfold, the goons driving him in circles, the secret location? It seemed more contrived to Djvonic than intimidating. Did Lazarus have any idea who he was dealing with? Surely he'd done his homework; he'd know that men have died for much less than the disrespect he was being shown. And if Lazarus didn't. Struggling to her feet, Karla fought off a wave a nausea along with the red fog of pain that was enveloping her brain. Taking Barbara in her arms she melted her lips to hers while pulling Barb’s pelvis to hers. In spite of her best efforts she gasped as Barb’s tight pubic patch contacted her own bleeding loins. Ignoring the agonizing pain, she moved her pelvis on her sister’s and could feel as her blood soaked Barb’s pubic patch and began to stream down both legs.“Mistress,” she whispered,. Hotel, you ride shotgun, and have the M-4 ready. Charlie, you have your weapon locked and loaded and out of its holster, also.’ ‘Roger that.’ both said at the same time. Driving back out of the City, we took the four-lane, divided highway back towards our County. I remembered the times I’d made this drive in the Arruzio case… the Arruzio case… ‘That’s it!’ I said out loud, remembering what I needed to about the original raid on the Bounel dorm room. Then I realized the mistake I’d made in. Her thighsgleamed, pale and smooth, above gartered stockings. Rubber screeched.Marcella waggled her bottom, causing her buttocks to wobble in her panties. Thepink nylon shimmered in the late-afternoon sunlight. The crotch seam of her briefspressed against the lush softness of her ass.Finally she pushed her skirt down and turned to face the farmer in his rattletrap truckwhich had come to a sk**ding stop beside her. His gray eyes glinted and a grin cameto his weathered face as he gazed at the.