See that is why Chayne never walks away from the game. She calls all the shoots. She can step on your foot and make you apologize to her for the incon...enience. Chayne is a very complex creature. Her father has left more of an impression on her than she would like to admit. Chayne without thought can disconnect her feelings from anyone or anything. You can set your clock by it. The funny thing about Chayne that she may not realize is that there are patterns in which her tragic life follows.. That was when he felt the cold metalof a .45 press the back of his head. His scouting location had somehowbeen compromised. Behind him pressing the gun to his head was none otherthan Anne. Once Anne realized who Luther was she stepped back in shame and horror,still pointing the gun towards her father. "Dad!?" she exclaimed. "How didyou find me? How did you find--this?" Her father gave a large sigh. "Anne,how far would you go to find your own blood? If you loved them. If youmissed them. When. I gently caressed her face, and softly called her name. Her eyes opened and looked into my own. I whispered that I wanted to see her eyes, and she actually seemed to be smiling as she gave me head. I was starting to get close, and she eased off her suction. She was wanting to prolong it, and I had no complaints.For over a half-hour, she would alternate between fucking me quickly with her mouth, and gently sucking. I was quietly going out of my mind, and my knees were starting to buckle. I told. Even with their strange experiences, she did not reallyexpect any help from the bible. She returned her concentration to the taskof getting the timeship going."Adam, it isn't just your instruments that have gone goofy. Look at mybible." Everett handed her bible to Adam."Okay, this is getting even weirder. Why would your bible suddenly beprinted in a strange language? Why are we female? What did we hit? What isgoing on here?" Can you figure out your instruments?" Everett asked."Maybe I can,".