"You are, Karen." That's right. You'll do whatever I want, whenever I want, won't you little brother?" Yes, yes, I swear Karen, I'll do anything you ...ant, just please fuck me."She laughed softly. "That's better, Brian. I love to hear you beg, it turns me on. Say, 'Mistress Karen, please fuck me and make me cum.'" I hesitated for a moment, staring up at her. "Beg for what you want little bro, and I'll give it to you." I was so turned on by Karen's aggressiveness, her total dominance,. I decided to take a look around for something metal when I got back.Somewhere during the middle of making that plan, I heard a rustle of leaves. I scanned the area in front of me and saw a couple of squirrels moving through the trees. I tracked them with the .22 and waited for them to stop. When they stopped outside their den, I fired the rifle at the one in front. The squirrel was dead instantly. I was almost surprised that my first shot had been a kill shot. I waited to see if the other. ”“A botanist?” Gath asked. “What about the cultural anthropologist?”“We have no need of a cultural anthropologist,” Oggy said. “The one who was assigned to this region previously—PhD Yankeur, I believe her name was—did quite an admirable job recording and analyzing the behavior, customs, and lifestyle of the native homers who are the target of our attention. From her files we’ve learned enough to develop a plan on how to reliably infiltrate XC to the entire population of Modoc, as they are. I've never been with a woman of color, but that is simply because of the lack of opportunity. One of my problems with the idea is being a part of the child's life. You already know how I feel about that from the other night. The other reason has to do with you being altered, and if you plan to alter your child the same way."Relief washed over her face and she gave me a sweet smile."I'd want my child to know who their father was and I'd expect that father to take an interest in the child's life..