You can talk. Just not out loud.Can I help, somehow?Just — just let me finish — okay, help me up?Of course.Careful, Zane. The circle is closed. Cr...ss it at your peril.What the hell does that mean?She grinned as she straightened in front of him. I have no idea. My mother used to tell me that.You, sweetie, are a bad woman.Oh, no, I'm a great woman. I'm a bad witch.I have no points of comparison.Just as well. Zane, it's important that we do this right. I'm not joking about crossing the line. We'd. Again with a big erection. This time Linda was still sleeping, her upper body was out of her sleeping bag and she was wearing a white t-shirt. The fact that she was a sleep gave me a chance to look at her. And then i saw the contours and color a her nipples through her t shirt. Her brests were a nice b/c cup and her nipples were in beautiful proportion. I took a good glance, taking a mental picture, before i went in to the shower. I closed the bathroom door best i could, and turned the hot. Her pussy's tunnel squeezed a come out of me, and it was a damned good one. I collapsed onto her heaving panting body, heaving and panting myself. I wanted to roll my weight off her but didn't have the strength. Seconds later we all seemed to be sharing one kiss between the three of us. It's good work if you can get it.To my surprise, Katia seemed to recover about an hour before I'd have thought she would be able to, as in about ten minutes after we'd hit the big one. I knew damned well I could. He was dead before he hit the floor. Her eyes snapped to the second guard, but he was down, pawing weakly at the knife embedded in his throat, his life's blood pumping all over the wooden floor.Kat, still in a half crouch, drew her left-hand needle thrower from her cargo pocket and turned towards the bar. Bob had his pistol in one hand, an antique-looking twin-barreled firearm in the other. He must have found it under the bar and decided to take advantage of the opportunity. Both of his.