"Soon the shampoo bottle came into play. Sophie now kept it always on her bedside table in readiness, and now she was slowly sliding it in and out, in...and out of her squelching pussy as the fingers of her free hand caressed and rubbed around her clitoris and also slid into her pussy alongside the bottle that substituted for a cock or dildo.As she did this she thought of the beautiful pictures that she'd seen on the net: beautiful big, hard cocks that fucked girl's mouths and pussies. Soon she. I fumbled for the toilet seat, lifted it, undid my jeans, and pushed them down. Steadying myself on the wall, I sat, and let flow.My pee smelled and stung. I peed a lot. Dehydration. Drink water dummy.And then I was like, Why? I was supposed to be dead. Peace and quiet and dead. Why couldn't I be dead? I couldn't even kill myself successfully, not even with pills and a bridge to jump off of. Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. I felt tears tickle the corners of my eyes. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want. That was the kind of courage he did not think he could ever muster. He preferred the simple bravery of flight operations: carefully assessing the risks beforehand, assigning them values, playing them off against each other, going into every situation knowing the odds of success and failure, and always weighing them in his favor. That was the way to survive in the air — you went with the plan that offered the lowest risk possible, and then worked the hell out of it, each to his own ability. As. " You might be able to do that, Bert." I turned to Jimmy. "Get the location for the cannons from the professor and drag a trailer with the backhoe. Take one or two other men of your choice and deliver the cannons. The sooner we get all of this stuff off the mountain, the sooner no one will be snooping around."I looked around at the ten men from the road crew and the four metal detector guys. "Remember, you need to keep your lips closed on this one. I'll make sure you're compensated in some way.