They grabbed some food and coffee and came and sat with me. They were both complaining about how hung over they were. No one mentioned the ‘sexscapa...e’ from the night before. The rest of the holidays I stayed at my parents’ house and working with my uncle to restore my old Nissan SUV and an old 1980s Kawasaki Vulcan 1500 motorcycle. I got together with Jennifer several times over the holidays, I even spent the last half of Christmas day at her house. She and I attended a New Years’s Eve party. ’ He patted Claire on the head. ‘But don’t worry, Claire. You seem to me like a good girl.’After leaving Michael’s office Claire went straight to the toilet. She took off her skirt and panties so it would look like she had been pissing and then just sat on the bench and cried for half an hour. No one came in and Claire was grateful.Chapter 8THE SISTER AND THE SLUTHOLEClaire was feeling a bit better by lunch. She took out some of her upsetness on the girls she catalogued, finding particularly. It makes a distinct pop as she presses it open with her thumb.The content is obscured by a small piece of paper, which she moves out of the way, to discover a bullet-shaped plug. Chrome. About 4cm wide at the widest part, and shaped like a teardrop, extending to a sparkling jewel at the other end.She immediately snaps the box shut.Blood rushes, involuntarily and inexorably to her face. She can feel the burning sensation spread from her neck, down her chest, through her gut and back up her. It took only one shot from the bow chaser to put an end to that effort. When the cannon spoke and the ball from it plopped down beside the small craft, the captain gave up."Get your lines across as soon as possible," Pedro cried out to his coxswain."Aye Captain," the man shouted back to him."Have your snipers ready," Pedro shouted at Ishmael. "I don't want to give them a chance to harm the women." We're ready Dom Pedro," Ishmael yelled back in a steady voice. "You don't have to worry."But Pedro.