They were only coming out with hybrids… gasoline engines with electric/battery back-up power sources, which gave slightly better fuel-efficiency and...slightly less emissions. Megan still smelled the putrid, oily fumes of OPEC’s control… Over the next few years, the IOPF continued to thwart as many of the planned major terrorist activities they could without tipping off OPEC that most of their terrorist cells were being monitored from the inside. The only thing that was frustrating OPEC was the. " He handed her a carrot. She took it and laughed. "Brody, I actually do eat vegetables of my own free will." "Humor me." He watched until she took a bite, then turned back to his preparations. "Let me know the dates and I'll see if anybody else on the team can come." "That'd be great." "Does your family come to your gigs?" When she didn't answer, he looked over and saw her frowning. He felt a little guilty. "Sorry. Sore spot?" "A little." She shrugged. "My youngest brother, Evan, he comes. Evelyn - Thank you. Have you had a pot roast before?Me - Yes, we always made them during the winter when we planned ahead. There were days when planning dinner didn't always happen until the last minute.I let out a laugh at my own joke. Samantha and I were notorious for not planning dinner until it was dinner time and then we would just eat whatever fell out of the freezer when we opened the door really fast. It was a running gag in our house.Evelyn - Well, I'm glad that you liked it.Me - yes. . not yet. In fact he never would. Her anger intensified at the memory of being called fat while her fingers worked furiously on the oily softness of her pussy. And then she heard a faint sound and opened her eyes."Sir! Oh Principal Thompson! Oh no!" Frantically she tried to cover her nakedness with her short skirt and at the same time get her panties back on."I guess you didn't want him to do that, eh?" I... oh sir... I'm not that kind of girl," she stammered stupidly.The thoroughly aroused.