Then pain retreated from agony to merely tolerable. I could think again. I sucked in deep breaths, searching through the smothering gray-brown. I need...d help.“Faoril, Sophia,” I shouted. “Please, please, be okay.”“Yes, yes, fuck me with your rock cock,” Faoril moaned.“Faoril?” I groaned. “What’s happening?”“Such a good cock. Can you cum, rock?”We were under attack. By what?“Well, well, well, you survived the avalanche, lucky you,” a feminine voice purred.I turned my head. That was a mistake. It. This may sound weak or strong to you, but for me, it was progress.) She loved that and commented to my best friend later within my earshot, “He’s strong!.” :) I loved hearing that from the love of my life.As the year progressed, we got closer. I would sometimes join her and her semi-clique, which now included another girl. I loved the conversations they had. They would always make me laugh. Now, she was friends with another girl, who was blond. I was also friends with this blond girl. I. One even for the company I was working for. One flier caught my eye. It was for an auction of a company that had a lot of equipment. The auction started this afternoon. I pulled the flier down and went out to my truck.I drove around till I found the place where the auction was going to be. There were already several cars and pickups there with people milling around looking at the equipment that was going to be for sale. I parked and joined the lookers.There was a lot of newer, very nice. The discussion centered on one topic from the very beginning of the meeting. It wasn’t how to reopen the facility. It was how to achieve access to intelligence information in the event they were unable to get access to the buildings. It was not only the CIA that was worried about that problem. The NSA, FBI, and people from the Pentagon were just as worried. Visions of planes flying into the Pentagon were not too far from the minds of everyone in the room.Mike and Tim Brown sat off to the side.