"We received your pilot's distress call," he explained. "We've beentracking you since you got close to Ovid." I see..." I replied slowly, but I really...didn't see. Track us? Withwhat? Small towns don't have elaborate radar systems. I should haveknown. After all, I sat on the House Transportation Committee. Smalltowns the size of Ovid were lucky if they had a paved runway and runwaylights."Now if you'll all just step into the van, we'll get you into town," hetold us, motioning at the van which. Why couldn't she remember what she had for breakfast that morning? Or had she not eaten breakfast that morning? She brushed a strand of hair off her forehead with a hand veined and twisted from rheumatoid arthritis, the knuckles large and bony, the fingers bent and misshapen into nearly useless appendages.Her eyes fluttered as the drugs took another circuit around her body, sending her brain into swirls of semi-consciousness.She dozed.She dreamed......they were on a cruise ship, unpacking in. Her arms wrapped around me, her stocking clad legs too, and she yelled, "YES!" and her body heaved and twisted under me as she orgasmed on my spurting prick. We both had been under great sexual tension, and the act of young son fucking his mother in the glaring light of day had triggered the enormous reaction to our desperate needs, my mother wanting relief from the unsatisfied urges created from her generous gift of her body to me last night, and mine from an urgent need to have her again. I. Behind the drywall and inside the door itself was a half-inch of the strongest armor known. Anyone trying to blow the door of the apartment would find themselves being blown up instead, since the force of the explosion could only go upward, but just enough to dissipate a blast but not nearly enough to help the blaster.Ah, yes ... The joys of being rich. One can never take one’s own security for granted.Glancing at Kris, I could see that her eyes were wide with both excitement and amazement at.