My husband was eyeing the mass of bulging tattoo covered tits, that seemed to be bouncing all over the place. Tiny halters, skimpy bra tops, and leath...r chaps with leather thongs seemed to be the dress code for the rather trashy, rough looking biker girls. I myself was busy checking out the rough, and burley looking guys as I had often fantasized about a group of bikers having their way with me. We had a couple more shots, and I was getting pretty fucking buzzed. I watched curiously as the. Walter had even heard that at least one had made it to Mars and hadbuilt a house as a tribute to his favourite author, before it wasdestroyed. She said, "My Beloved showed me the history of your people,and wanted me to share these stories with someone, after My Beloved wasgone." Gone?" Walter asked.She nodded and said, "My Beloved was dying, which is how My Belovedescaped from your world. With my help, my Beloved lasted longer thanwhat Earth science would have given. Here. Sit."She led Walter. They were separated by types. There were flesh colored that resembled each walk of man. The skin tones reflected Europeans, Africans, Asians, Birth American Indians, Middle Eastern, ect. I was actually pretty impressed that it looked like this shop fairly represented the entire world and didn't discriminate at all. I turned down another row and there were dildos for all types of animals. Dog, horse, elephant, donkey, all sorts of felines, ect. Again it looked like they catered to. I figured eight men could handle whoever was left at the A-frame.I decided to wait to see how the people from the A-frame went to Honolulu to accept delivery. While we waited to see what direction they were taking from the big island to our island, I began trying to put together a bigger task force that could take down the people we were after. With the Strike Team, the extra Deputies, and the additional Agents, we would be at over thirty men. That should be enough. I didn't want the local law.