La firme qui employait Franck ?tait une multinationale bas?e quelque part aux Etats Unis. Le genre de soci?t? qui avait des bureaux partout dans le mo...de et qui vendait je ne sais quels produits financiers inconnus du quidam de base.En fait pour en b?n?ficier, il fallait d?j? ?tre plein aux as. Evidemment, les tarifs pratiqu?s ?taient exorbitants mais c'?tait le prix ? payer pour la s?curit?, la rentabilit? et la l?galit?.Tout ?a pour dire que malgr? des heures pass?es ? essayer de comprendre. It was difficult to argue with her and even more difficult to do anything that would put an end to fucking her so deeply like this.I gave in. I resented it and then owned it. "They're perfect. They are so fucking beautifully perfect. I love them." I didn't care about my pride anymore. I just wanted to keep fucking her like this.Leaning over her like this, my hands propping me up, our faces got closer and closer until we were millimeters apart. It was so natural to kiss your lover, but we both. "It's safe," Sandra said, taking a few tentative steps towards her son.Richie raised a fist as if intending to strike her, but slowly lowered it. His eyes strayed to her hips as they swayed. "I'll give it back to you eventually."Richie could not speak without yelling. He bit back his next response, shaking with the effort."I didn't want to do this, Richie, but I had no choice."Richie forced his eyes to meet hers. He stared until he thought he could see something of his real mother in them. For. A regal Jennifer leading and Kimberly, burdened by spears and other equipment, close behind.The next morning they returned in triumph. I had seen them emerge from the jungle with their prize suspended from a pole they carried between them. We always slaughtered a quarter mile from the camp at an oddly wind-bent palm. The palm's low-slung strength permitted an easy method of hanging the carcass. Jennifer was now instructing Kimberly on how to butcher. Kimberly knelt attentively at the standing.