”“Fair enough.”We were on familiar ground. Ash had told me right after I was attacked, “Okay, Winter. We can safe-house you and Vanessa for as...long as it takes.”“No thank you.”“Thought not, but I have to offer.”In the Corinthian Ash said, “I need you need to sign off on this. DC does. You’re voluntarily operational.”“Okay.”We went out to his car. Hank’s car. Ash’s now. Even a country mouse like me understood that paperwork wasn’t brought out in a private club. Business cards weren’t exchanged. Master Will wasn't here to see Veronica born, or to see her making her first foray into communicating with the people around her. Ron held me for a while, and told me that he thought that Master Will would be very amazed to see how well all the children are doing at expressing themselves.Sign language has been a boon. I knew it before. But seeing it with the baby I birthed is even more convincing. Veronica yells to get our attention. But when she sees our face she signs to tell us what is. .” She was looking down. She didn’t know when she started to look down, but before she knew it she was hugging herself protectively and keeping her gaze on her sire’s shoes. He really did always know everything.“I am the sheriff. It’s my job to know things.”“I ... had to act fast. I d-d-didn’t know who he was, or what he’d d-do.”“He spotted you through your discipline.”Oh no. “He ... yes.” She could feel her insides trying to make her whimper, but without the blush of life going, she had no. I could feel the familiar fire building rapidly and I know that Nikki could, too. Her fingers of one hand wrapped my shaft, little jacking motions augmenting her lips and tongue and teeth, and the other hand's fingers caressed and tugged my nuts, feeling my sack draw up as I neared explosion.She did another "Mmmm," obviously enjoying herself, and I exploded into her mouth. She was ready. I felt her mouth squeeze and her tongue move as she swallowed, her hand milking each spurt into her hot.