Selene came to a stop in the hallway of her office, having caught the sound of a fearful conversation in the break room. With her hand on the doorfram..., she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two women talked in hushed voices by the fridge.“It’s absolutely horrible, I throw up every time I imagine it,” one woman in her early fifties tearfully said, wiping her eyes with a tissue.“And it just happened today?!” her friend exclaimed with her hand on her chest as if she couldn’t. Blue water trailed out below them in the bright sunshine, and dark clouds receded in the distance. A strip of land flashed by under them in a blur of brown, tan, and green, then another, wider strip appeared. “Ten seconds!” Water, then land, then water again. Land. Trees, closer now. Grey rock, and... “GO, GO, GO!”Hollis waddled down the short ramp and flopped into the air. He dropped the pack because he couldn’t hold onto it anymore. The open parachute jerked him up short, and he yelped as one. Mais tu n'es pas oblig? de dire oui ?.? Quoi ? Vas-y je veux te faire plaisir! ?Je n'aurais peut-?tre pas du insister autant. La demande de Franck ?tait assez inattendue, et bien loin de ce que j'?tais pr?t ? faire pour lui. Il voulait que je me fasse poser un piercing sur la langue!Les applications ?taient ?videntes. Cela rendrait nos baisers plus int?ressants, et surtout pimenterait mes fellations. En soi, me faire charcuter la langue n'?tait pas forc?ment effrayant. Mais un piercing n'?tait. It followed unthinkingly the slave ahead of it as they were herded back toward the slave pens for the night, not noticing the man who watched from a sheltering doorway."Orzad!" A low voice called out as it walked by. It hesitated, the familiar syllables striking a chord in its sluggish memory. "Orzad, come here!"It turned and stepped out of the line that closed up behind it. A hooded cloak was thrown about its shoulders, hiding its face from any casual glance. In the fast gathering twilight,.