Falling to the ground, I let go of herand pressed a hand to the bullet wound on my side, throwing her as far asI could towards the safety of the wall,...I turned to draw as muchattention to me as I could. It worked, because I was kicked again andfell backwards to the ground. The sensations were crystal clear, pain andcold, concentrating on breathing, I lay as still as I could, to make thesniper think that I was dead, hang in there, keep breathing, stay strong,those were the words going through. ” She said. Abby continued to pick up her pace, and before long she was making swift fluid strokes from my head all the way to my balls. I felt like I could go any second. It felt so strange to know who was causing my body to react this way, but it felt amazing that it was happening. I could feel my balls tighten up and the pressure building to the boiling point. I looked down and my eyes met hers one more time she smiled and then all at once, she stopped.“Alright stud that’s enough for now, I. There was no fear of them being torn loose or shifting. The next step was to fill out his buttocks. The multiple injections of solution into his cheeks would irritate the muscles and cause them to expand. The second solution would cause them to stay that way. Facial reconstruction was next. Ben had spent a week studying the photos Jack had taken with his telephoto lens, while tailing the man. All four had discussed this and agreed to do as little as possible but they wanted certain. He wished he had friends like Jen had. Jen had great friends he knew, or she had before she went wacko. Well, it wasn't fair for him to say she had gone wacko. After all, he was totally out of the loop anyway. He wasn't a part of her life one bit.He wondered about when he went away to college. The way it stood now he didn't have any friends that he would actually want to keep in touch with. He didn't have a girlfriend either. Probably all the girls hated him, too. After all, Lauren was really.