The next thing I wanted to try was something like a HEAT round fired at the Polar’s legs to stop its charge. That would be followed by an explosive ...ound into its body to kill the beast. We could try a HEAT round for that last shot just to remain consistent with our ammunition. I couldn’t see that a FRAG (fragmentation) round was any better than a hog-load, and we knew that would not work.As a last resort, we could try a shaped charge at the Polar’s head. Surely, that would cook the brain and. He had no truly distinct proof of it, but he didn’t need to convince a jury. His son had looked at the facts available to him and drew an outline of what had happened. Investigation of the puzzle pieces of the actual facts put together a picture that almost precisely fit that outline - with SeaGuard and Charlie Croker as the main actors.All of the details pointed to the derailment being an intentional act accidentally targeting the wrong train. The right train existed, it was right behind it,. This is what your purpose is now ... a place for me to dump my cum", I whispered into her ear.Pushing on her back, I bent her over the dresser so that she was bent at the waist, yet still looking at herself in the mirror. With my legs, I moved her feet further and further apart until she was stretched out about as far as she could go. Moving close up behind her I rubbed my cock back and forth across her now soaking wet pussy."I see that you are enjoying your new role, given how soaked this cunt. She was sort of shy, unlike her best friend Tammy, who was thin as a rail, 5’7” tall and 95 pounds soaking wet. She had blond hair and blue eyes, small boobs and a tight little ass. She, like Grace, did not date, as her parents would not permit it until she reached a certain age.Two months after Louise and Rose moved in Rose died. Mom would visit with Louise every few days to keep her company as would Janet, another neighbor. Janet lived in the house on the other side of Louise and I rarely.