“Big brother’s going to fuck you so deep. Deeper than any other man can. No man will ever fill up baby sister’s pussy like I can.” He thrusts ...arder and deeper. “No one can give you what I can…no one.”Yuki replaces his hand with his mouth. He opens his mouth wide and covers my whole pussy. His tongue presses up inside where his fingers have just been. Yuki holds my legs over his shoulders and eats and sucks and tongue fucks my tender pink hole until every muscle in my body tightens and I come. ”The sheriff’s speech was just like the rest of him, gruff and blunt. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled slightly.“Who knows better the need to protect yourself than a man who sees mostly people who broke the law? Besides, I’m not exactly setting the world on fire as a lawyer, so I am working for Mister Smythe until I get established.”The sheriff actually smiled at my explanation.“I never thought of it quite that way,” he said thoughtfully. “Anyway, your desperado is in cell three. He’s a mean. They only possessed a rudimentary intelligence, enough to wield simple blades or clubs. In the days since the town of Carmel had been pulled into hell-space Heinlein had gunned down dozens of them.What was terrifying about the twitchers was their ferocity and complete lack of self-preservation. They kept coming. It didn't matter what you did.You could blow the head off the first twitcher and splatter his brain matter over the ones behind them. They didn't stop. They didn't pause to look at. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner..