We eventually made it into the shower and washed away our sins with scented bath soap and busy fingers entering every nook and cranny.I passed Lola he... undies and watched her dress in a reverse striptease that kept me from losing my stiffness below the belt.I was burning with the need to ask her some pertinent questions but for some strange reason, I kept my mouth shut and simply pretended I was interested only in the sex and had no ulterior motive on my mind.In the back of my mind, I had a. Such was the mystery of the deadly terrorist group, until very recently. The Masters gained control of all political aspects of the Arab World by 1962,reigning supreme from the shadows, and controlling any public figures likepuppets who are unaware of their strings. Even notorious terrorist leadersand warlords were under the strong and mysterious influence of FIMO. By 1979,with out a leaving a trace, The Masters infiltrated other larger nations suchas Russia and the US, starting with normal. ******** Hi guys it’s Me, Sean, Again. I know you’re thinking: AGAIN? Well for those of you who did not know this is my second adventure with Alicia, she read the first and urged me to write another one. You may notice that this story will be a little different, that’s because Alicia helped me write it. She insisted, so I agreed to let her help me write it. I hope you enjoy it. This happened the week we moved in together, she is very curious, she found my first story a month after this little. But she knew what she had to do. There was no place for her in her town any more. Her husband hated her, the townspeople hated her, she had no one, no comfort. Her face pale, her eyes feverishly bright but ringed with dark bags, and her mind set, Elizabeth packed everything she would need and left the house for the first train she could catch. She left town, leaving no notes and all her memories and hurt behind her. When the train arrived, she had no idea where she was or what she was doing..