“Now what part of your back hurts”?With her head resting on my shoulder she whispered, “From the middle of my back all the way down to the top o... my butt, but mostly my low back”.“Okay, just relax. Just let me know if it hurts too much”.I slowly ran my hands back and forth across her back, just above the hipbones. Every minute or so I would move my hands down onto her butt, squeezing her. I then followed the line of her body down her thighs pushing them against me, then down to her calves and. ”“I’m sorry to tell you this, Spencer, but Claude was found on a train decapitated,” the assistant director informs the man.“Son of a bitch,” Spencer mumbles breathlessly.“At the moment we can’t send any assistance to you,” Grines continues, ignoring the quiet outburst. “NATO hasn’t decided on the situation and our hands are tied. Doug needs resources that we just aren’t able to get right now and Roger is missing.”“Roger?” Spencer echoes, reeling back in shock. “How?”“I spoke to his secretary.. He offers to stop and pick up the pizza, and, of course, I say “ok”.So he gets here and we eat the pizza and are watching the ballgame and everything is normal. We’re sitting in the living room, him on the couch, me in a chair and just talking like you do during the game when it is going pretty slow. All of a sudden he looks at me and asks, “Do you still want to suck my dick?”I mean who asks a question like that, it’s like ‘have you stopped beating your wife’. I answered it though, “Jesus. She hurried upstairs to her room, closed and locked the door, and turned the light on. She couldn't remember the last time her mother or her father had been up to her room, as she had her own alarm clock, but she didn't want to take any chances on being caught doing what she just had to do.Stacy pulled the shades down over the two windows. There weren't any dwellings close by, but there was always the chance that somebody could be spying with a pair of binoculars. She didn't like the idea that.