They were the axis the hub that all rotated around. They were the messengers of the army. The three on independent scout would report daily to them. A...d as long as it was routine messages would be left for the trailing Army. If important one of the woodsmen would rendezvous with the Army. As he would arrive another scout would depart to take his place and to carry any other orders. Stalker was the axis, he was the younger brother of Strong Oak and the best in the woods. Bush , so called. You know how you’ve always talked about wanting to get fucked by a black guy. Well, here’s your chance.”The sensation between her legs was burning to an inferno, and she couldn’t help it. “Okay, I’ll go back there and find him, and take him out to the parking lot where our cars are at. Would you mind distracting Bob for me?”“Sure, anything. You go get him, girl; tell me all about it afterwards.”“I most certainly will,” Kim said.They went their separate directions: Trish went to sit with her. Turning, I sat on the bed and pulled my underwear on and then my jeans. Slipping my feet into some socks, I pulled my steel-toed boots on and picked up my shirt.I walked down the hallway to the baby room and checked the kids. They were still sleeping, and I called the dogs to me. I led the dogs to the front door and let them out to go potty after I checked to see if it was clear.I was heading for the kitchen when I ran into Shannon. She was wearing one of my long sleeved shirts, which hung just. She could still smell some of them, sweat, wig powder and hair oil and tobacco. Some had stared at her with what could only be called hunger, stared at her bared chest, some showed their yellowed teeth as they peered down the front of her dress. It was both frightening and exciting. She had never been to such a crowded event, never heard such throbbing music, and never seen so many fat buttocks and bulging groins, padded she was sure.And then there was an officer called André and his dark eyes,.