" Hello, Mark. What can I do for you?" It's a tricky one, Sir. You didn't come to the Summer Ball, did you?" No?" Well, Sir, your having been on leave...like me, you may not have picked up on the gossip if there is any but I have evidence that Charles Fitzmaurice doctored Victoria Collins's drink and I'd like to talk to you about it." Shit!" Yes, Sir. I've got the general's office to myself for an hour and wondered whether you'd care to come up and discuss the problem without interruption." I'll. “And now you know my entire sorry history,” I told her as we pulled into Ocean City. “Damn pathetic, isn’t it?”“I don’t think so.”“You could do a lot better than my sorry ass.” I looked over at her and shrugged. I never understood why Marilyn ever fell for me. God knows I wasn’t much of a catch the first time around. She once said she fell in love with me at that first party at Kegs, but I never understood that. I always figured I was batting way above my average when I met her.She began. Keep that nose of yours in buried inthe sheet.”Mary ass was still sore from the slaps but her cunt wasgetting wet at the tone Sharon was using and thehumiliation of what she was expected to do. She spreadher legs wide apart and reached back grabbing herbountiful ass mounds spreading them apart exposing hertwinkling brown asshole between them. She maintainedthe position getting wetter and wetter with darkdesires as she waited for a good ten minutes as Sharonread her magazine.Finally Sharon. I feared that he was contemplating fleeing and I wasn’t about to let that happen. I have to admit that the bloodlust was getting to me. I found my subconscious had some sick sort of pleasure from the blood that had painted my clothes and face, feeling some convoluted glee seeing the terror in my enemy’s eyes.It was with this feeling of sickening euphoria, the want of more pain from my enemies that I rushed towards the last of Frost’s closest aides. I felt invincible, akin to a god of war that.