She had powerful shoulders for a woman, yet it did not detract one iota from her feminine voluptuousness. Her torso ended in the body of a python that...was the same porcelain white as her upper body. The reptilian lower portion of her was constantly wriggling, and danced as though she were responding to some invisible snake charmer. She fixed Mustafa with one final death stare, and when her dance slowed, he knew his time was up. His last thought was of his lovely wife, and how he should have. Where was he before that and what was he doing? I have to put that on the back burner, I have something that needs handling tonight.Carlos Ortega: 2:30 AM I am just sleeping in my bed at home before school when I wake up because something is wrong. I don’t know what it is but I get up from my bed and grab my piece from the top drawer on my night stand when someone talks. “Sit back down Carlos,” I hear the voice and turn my piece on it,” That won’t do you any good. I took the bullets out of. Not completely out. Just to the first knuckle, but no matter how I tried, I couldn't get more. Then it was out of me. Out of my ass.As my wailing subsided, I realized that my eyes had been squeezed shut ever since the moment I plunged my finger into my cunt, and I started to open them just as a faint whirring buzzed into the silence my groans had left between my heaving breaths. Expecting the sunlight, I was surprised to realize that instead of glaring harsh light, my eyes instead opened to the. Please go home and get some sleep." I can't," said Jessie. "I have this proposal to finish, and after that..." she trailed off, indicating to the stacks on her desk.Mike surveyed the piles of paperwork, nonplused. His eyes met hers and he saw the exhaustion. Concern swept over him and he motioned for her to follow him. "Come into my office," he demanded gently."Mike, I..." she started to protest. But he held a finger to his lips, and something about his look made her stop. She couldn't say no.