Out onto the damp sand we strolled, watching the moon as it hung over the dark ocean.We paused, kicking our shoes off to feel the damp sand."I love yo...," I whispered softly.The water lapped gently around our ankles as we paused. She turned slowly to me, her right arm slipping around my neck, our mouths met, full and open, tongues probing deeply.A soft moan escaped her throat as my hands slid down her back, caressing her ass, remembering the thin panties in my pocket.Her body pressed tightly. Right in front of me was one of the rat guys and his buddy who looked like a squid with legs. Training took over, I dropped to one knee and opened fire on the rat who fell to the ground in a pile of green blood. I turned the barrel of my weapon on the squid who took it and batted it aside and knocked me on my ass. Now very pissed off at this thing I sprang up un hooking my glock but leaving it in its holster and reached for my KBAR knife and planted in the slow squid who let out a ear. ..” Helena said hastily in a shaking, barely audible voice.”I didn’t mean to offend. I just…”Helena could not finish her phrase as she needed all strength to hide the multiple symptoms of extreme stress she was experiencing. The website pictures and videos of Jake Armstrong failed to make obvious his handsome, imposing physique. He was dressed in a tight upper body synthetic material that outlined his muscular thorax, hinting of equally developed abs hidden by a stylish vest that seemed to be. I’ll get it to them as quickly as I can.” He disconnected and pulled his coat and hat off the rack. He scrubbed at a spot on the lapel, spitting on a corner of his handkerchief to use as a sponge. Satisfied it was as good as it would get, he turned to the office door and ran into a woman raising a hand to knock.“Excuse me,” she laughed. “There was no one out front.”Mead looked at the woman. About five-seven, long black hair plaited into a braid, deep brown eyes. She looked almost Native.