I have more to think of more than just myself, or even the woman I'm possessing. Any woman I possess is going to wake up somewhere a few months later,...and much more pregnant than they should be for having only been missing for a few months. I arrange for each woman to get half a million or so in compensation, but it's still a traumatic experience. And that's just the mother. I'm also creating a life, and have a responsibility to the child to pick a mother who won't screw the kid up too. Some good, some bad. Mercenaries get paid to do the same shit, they just get paid, better. But what do you do, when the jobs become scarce, and money runs low? Sometimes, you hear a story, recall a tale, find a map, that points to treasure and wealth. Down on your luck, you might just go looking in a giant sand box for a buried treasure too. They did.Alexander Cross sat with his three comrades. They had been through it all. Fought as marines in the two hundred and third. Discharged. Don did not look pleased. No shit. I could have seen that coming. Sheila: Sean was up early. He tries to be quiet, but it goes against his nature. I waited in bed while he washed and dressed. He kissed me before leaving, which was nice. I had mixed emotions about pretending sleep, but not enough to spoil his fishing trip. Once he was gone, I rolled out of bed and assessed the damage from the night before. G_d my head hurt. I had never been hung over, but this felt like the descriptions. I. After a few minutes staring at Sharon working away, I looked up at Beth. She was leaning back on the edge of the tub, bracing herself with her arms. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing quite rapidly. She was enjoying it! It seemed that the vibrations from the clippers was feeling good on her pussy and she was really getting into it. She took a few deep breaths, then let out a whimper. Sharon turned off the clippers, which immediately pulled Beth out of her trance. She looked down at.