Which one?" Yikes," she said, looking at the clock, as if to be sure I'd read it right. "Let's go. I'm not up for a grand entrance, nor a grand exit. ...'d prefer to just be there until I sneak away."She let go of me, and went to her suitcases and closed them. Then she straightened, and her eyes searched around the room, checking for anything she might have forgotten. Finally, her eyes found mine again, she gave me a smile, and we headed out to the dining room. Michelle and Jake were fussing with. I spread my feet and knees so he could stand between them and I hugged the side of my face to his bulge, then turned my face and buried my nose in his crotch and inhaled deeply, then hugged my other cheek to him. I looked up and found the tab on his zipper. I snaked it down and reached in his boxers to fish out his dick. This was not going to work. I undid his belt and pulled his jeans down just below his ass. I carefully pulled the boxer waistband out, down and away from his dick. I smiled as. Turning Hank found Jenee, she stood her back pressed against the filthy stone wall, the dagger point pressed between her breasts, her face and blouse and skirt splattered with blood, a wildness in her eye's that was frightening to see.Very slowly Hank sheathed the sword "Jenee love, let me have the dagger, it's over, we can go home now." Jenee stared at Hank then laughed a high pitched hysterical laugh "yes it's over, it's finally over now he can't kill you because I kill him first" laughing. Looking towards the other figure, dressed in a black and silver combat suit, she reported "Oxygen, carbon dioxide, nitrogen, . . . No bacteria, viruses, or poisonous gasses detected. Air is breathable." With that the black and silver clad figure removed her helmet with a hiss, and took a deep breath, adding "If not a lil' stale." This was Silvia "Silver" Lancaster, captain of the Green Lady. She was a relatively short, muscular, powerfully built woman with deep brown skin, and jaw-length wavy.