I looked at the glowing red line in the sand before crossing over itagain, finding myself once more in what appeared to be New York, anddressed as a b...siness woman. I had to admit, that Zone crossing thingwas certainly an interesting way to travel if nothing else."Okay," I held up my cell phone, "show me where to go..."And in response I could see an arrow appear on the face plate, pointingin a direction away from the beach Zone. With a shrug I startedwalking.---I sat silently on the bus stop. This second attack failed, not even advancing as far as the first. Screamed obscenities and a few poorly aimed spears and clubs were all that the attackers could offer before fading into the brush. Nurm waited for another attack, but the bandits seemed to have fled. He ordered more wood thrown on the fires, and called for a quick count of injuries."Two guards have broken arms, and five more were knocked out by thrown clubs. Nobody killed, but three missing." Amy stamped a sandaled foot, seeming. Our father wasn't a violent man by any means. Sure, he'd rant, rave, and scream a lot, but normally, he wouldn't hurt a fly. I'd learned at an early age that when he yelled at me, I'd survive unscathed. It was when he resorted to that soft, quiet voice while talking in an authoritative tone that I'd get really worried. It was a sign that he was no more than a second or two from erupting worse than Mount St. Helens. But Linda hadn't clued in to that. He'd come down on her like a ton of bricks,. She also gave me a swelled head when she commented on my cock - she compared me to her husband's penis - she said "penis" because it would never be in the same league as my monster cock. Her words - not mine."He is so small compared to you" she commented as she milked my cock shaft in her soft hand.She also told me that she hadn't been fucked since the birth - her husband was too afraid to fuck her so soon after the birth. This was sending her crazy - she just wanted to be fucked. I was going.