You alright?" I reached out to touch his hunched over back,but he quickly stood up and swatted my hand away."Fine. Now please, get me the necklace." H... started to walk away."Hold up!" I shouted. "I don't know where this place is!"He turned around and called out hoarsely, "Use a map."I shook my head. "Asshole..." I muttered under my breath.That night I broke into the house, it looked completely abandoned. Notreally a problem for me, just confusing as to why they needed me for thisjob at all. It. Rickel to speak,” said Ouma Chatzke solemnly.She looked around the room and then indicated towards Gen. Rickel. “Gen. Rickel can you please address the gathering and present your findings.”“Honored Emperors and Empresses, kings and queens, leaders, ministers, our single Warlord and Lord, allies and friends,” he said formally but smiled at Jason.“I would like to begin by asking Gen. Pardue to share the information that was gleaned during a major encounter when our enemies fought each other close. “I’m all yours,” I replied, which caused her to give mea cute smile.I followed her into the backroom where she sat me down,laid the back of my head in the sink and started toshampoo my hair.We chatted while she washed my hair and she didn’t letme down by rubbing her thighs up against my shoulder.Then she did something she never did before, she leanedover to reach for a bottle of conditioner, and she lether breast rub across my forehead. “Oops, I got shampoo on. Mike screeched: "What the fuck!" But tears were rolling down his face just like when he had been beat down to the grass by Bruce. He was afraid and in pain. Bruce straddled Mike's waist with his knees on the sofa cushions. He wrenched Davenport's moptop with long and brutal fingers at the end of his hair. He yanked his head back hard on the sofa back and stared him down. "You're gonna shut the shit up, right? Act like a good little fucking bitch, right! Or, do we have to duct tape your mouth.