"Male or female?" came another voice."Male." Pity, well, question it then kill it, so far we haven't found anything but trouble here, it's almost like...they were expecting us and the plans we have don't match what we've found either. Still the record keepers are supposed to be up here and that's our target."I saw a shadow approaching and I sent three of my projectiles towards it at supersonic speed just using magic to accelerate them, not to guide or maintain speed. I heard a satisfying scream. The color of ax skin changes to a purplish black and sever tentacles of the same color whip around from behind him. One on these tentacles catches her wrist, yanking it to the side and forcing Grace to release her grip of the shears. The shears fly off in the opposite direction, hitting and sliding across the floor.Grace’s free hand moves to pull at the tentacle when that wrist is grabbed and pulled away. She is then lifted from the floor. She instantly starts to kick, trying to hit whatever. Makes me wonder how many loads of my son’s seed you’ve sucked down.”“This was the first time, sir. I swear!” she protested, tears spilling down her cheeks.“Well, then maybe we can work something out. Maybe you can suck my cock and make me forget all about telling your father what a little slut you were here tonight,” he proposed.Barbara Jean gasped, “Mr. Johnson, I can’t do that!”“Oh, but I’d bet you can. Tell you what. Let’s get in the back seat of that car and you show me your oral skills. If. **We had survived. Maybe we had some survivors guilt to get over. Or maybe we just needed to occasionally celebrate still having a job during the Great Recession, since we all still worked Manhattan.**We went to an almost trendy little Club in Midtown Manhattan, nice atmosphere when you have some cool people as a base in between dances, since there is no table space. Nevertheless, good times happen there. **Just appreciating Ms. Boyle for the classy personality, I haven't seen her in a minute.