Once she was dressed in the clothing she had been wearing before the event, they walked up the slope along the stream bank. They had been walking for ...early an hour before they came upon her campsite. The tent was intact, but had collapsed, probably from the wind. Her food pack had been torn apart, apparently by the bears. Whatever foodstuffs emitted an aroma or scent were no longer there, only the canned items and the powdered mixes remained. Quickly they packed her tent, retrieved her. That being the case, I got no arguments about plugging into our portable generator. The compound had a generator, but we brought our own. While I charged I listened and watched the edge of the jungle.Sure as hell I predicted the first probing attack two hours after dead dark. We broke it up with deadly sniper fire based on infrared imaging, and carpet fire laid down by the Monks on the walls. There were four lumps that had to be dragged away. I did something that was usually frowned upon in. Then once they are out, you can kiss them and hug them all you want,” Michelle said. “I know. Even though I just found out, it's been too long. I want it now,” Steve replied. “You are that happy about it?” I asked. “Yes. This is really important to me Angela. I promise I'll be here for you and support you and the baby in every way I can,” Steve replied. “OK, just don't race to the bridge. We just found out about it and I'm probably 7 or 8 weeks along now. So let's just take this slowly. I know. Spreading her knees, gripping the chair’s handles on both sides she slides forward straining, leaning over as she struggles to force her toes from each foot up against the clothespin jaunting out off her clit. Squirming, twisting, feeling the pin flick against her feet, she finally jerks, kicks her feet outward jarring the pin loose from her stretching clit as the wooden missile slaps across the keyboard, glances off the computer screen. Her nipples and clit bruised, aching, still.