I untie her, firmly holding her hands, and throw her on the bed. “Lie on your back. Hold your legs with your hands just above the knee!”. As she g...ts into position, I use the neckties to bind them together. She’s not lying on her back, feet in the air, her bottom at the edge of the bed. Her breasts have nearly returned to their normal state, so it’s the perfect time to reattach the clothespins to them. I walk to the head of the bed, get on, and get on my knees above her face. I lower my balls. Soon there's fifteen of them left, then five. Then just Vincent's main crew up in his penthouse at the hotel, protected by Vincent's raw power, and only that. He can feel the pressure pressing in on him, wave after wave of sex and death. Lynn arrives in Vincent's suite. "He's coming for us." She says, and goes to the bar to make a drink."You don't think I know that, you fucking piece of shit cunt?" Don't worry Vincent. You can take him." She smiles and takes a gun out of her purse. It's a small. She knows more than we do, hopefully."Melissa indicated the time travel iPhone in her twin's hand. "There's another one of those, right?"Older Melissa grinned. "Very good. It's in the bottom drawer of the dresser, buried in the back under our sweaters. Turned off," she added with a meaningful look."Two of us, two of the phone," Melissa mused. She chewed her lower lip reflectively. "You'd think that wasn't possible. A law of nature, or something."Her older self nodded. "You'd think."Melissa. Fireball was not wasting time and had bred back Sis and Brownie. We did not think War Bonnet had caught. We did not know about the others yet.Since we had patented the revolvers, I decided to carry the second Ruger. I sewed twelve cartridge loops onto my belt.I asked Swan and Star to sew up some cartridge bandoleers for the .32, and .38 rifles. They were happy to do that for me and I was happy for them to do it.I stayed at home with my family for two weeks, and then told them that I needed to.