I’m from Sixty-seventh Street. Someone ... paid me, five thousand upfront. They promised me ten if I wounded you, thirty if you died. For someone ..... living day to day, that’s a life-changing amount.”“You a vet?”He shook his head, muttering under his breath.“Didn’t think so. If you were, I’d be dead now. But someone showed you how to hold and aim a pistol. Who hired you?”“Don’t know. He paid cash. Never seen him before. Drove up in a fancy car. Been watchin’ me. Said he could help me, iff’n I. I let out a load moan and had a gushing squirt. now I have good orgasms but never like that one! He picked up the pace and started for number 2 and my god he got it! I was moaning as his balls slapped into me! He asked me if I was ok and wasn’t hunting me, I just nodded no! Another orgasm was building, I squealed this time and I could hear the gush of my juices as they shot out, kept pumping me and within a few seconds another gush just as powerful, but this time that I felt that huge cock. Her creator came to her every day upon waking and stayed late into the night until collapsing in exhaustion. When he touched Galatea, she felt what he felt, but had no context for it. Mostly, she felt the smooth marble of her own skin under his rough, callused hands. Behind it, she felt a gnawing hunger in his belly and a worrisome flickering of his lifeforce as he ate and drank only enough to keep himself going. Some days, he slept at her feet, his devotion not allowing him even the energy to. Three agents helped me get into the suit and made sure my communication gear worked properly. When everyone was satisfied, they took me to the Diner, so I could work from there outward and try to find Billie.Just as we walked towards a waiting Suburban, another agent ran up and handed me a phone."Hello?" Noah," It was The Judge. "The photo you said you saw on the coffee table at Othneal's mother's is so generic, it could look like a hundred different people. You are all we've got right now..