And the men that got out of the police car behind him were not wearing police uniforms… but suits and ties. ‘Step out of the car, Mr. Phillips.’...said the man cautiously approaching the driver-side door. ‘Who are you?’ Phillips demanded to know. ‘FBI.’ said the man, showing a wallet with his FBI badge and I.D. card. ‘Step out of the car, please. Slowly. Keep your hands where I can see them.’ Phillips got out of the car. He was frisked for weapons. ‘What is this about?’ Phillips demanded to. We stopped at the side of the road and he pulled out some fizzy juice. After taking a long swig he offered it to me which I took. I deliberately spilled some down my front and yelped. "Oh no! Fuck! look at my top" He grabbed a cloth from the glove compartment and began wiping the front of my top. I stuck my boobs out further and he continued to rub them becoming more and more engrossed and obviously delighted that I wasn't stopping him. Thanks Andy. I said. Your a star. I think your getting. "Always better tenderized," he muttered as he pulled the trigger on the custom made, .30-06 caliber hunting rifle.The small bullet flew true. The goat stumbled and plummeted more than a hundred feet to the bottom of the cliff, bouncing off protruding rocks the entire way down. Tom chuckled and thanked god he was Sheriff of a small Colorado town where no legitimate business required his full attention. The two young deputies under his command were more than capable of watching over Eagles. Red pumped a good load into blue girl and pulled out. He went to a nearby creek to wash with Marva in attendance.They were almost eager to tell us everything about the Gammas. XR-41 and CR-72, the blue female, were willing talkers. They seemed to have no allegiance to their kind or to the other Gammas. The strangest thing about them was their insistence that they had their children from vats rather than normal pregnancies It was obvious that CR-72 wasn't a virgin and, though she looked old.