He had that same hungry eye that the former president had back when he was a colonel. Not challenging Broussard for the position had gotten him promot...d to General. That had been fine with him. Generals tended to live long enough to retire. Presidents tended to die.“Damn.”Pen Hopo slid a sheet of paper across the table. She said, “Here are the terms of surrender. Read them and if you have any questions, I’ll be happy to answer them.”General Duparte put on his glasses to read the paper.. She waited until he looked more composed; then moved in for the kill.“There will be plenty of time for tears later!” she exclaimed “When I parade you in allyour frilly sissy finery for a selected group of my friends, for instance. Oh, yes,” sheadded, noting with satisfaction his look of disbelief, “that day is coming, and there isnothing you can do about it. I want to see your cheeks burn crimson with shame andhumiliation, I want to see you fighting to hold back your tears! In fact, I rather. Well the next few days, we'd sit in the living room in front of my picture — you couldn't not see it. And we'd talk."Guys, the virginity business isn't my religion so much. They reminded me that I decided to be a virgin when I was 12 and had just started Junior High. The guys were all over me. That's when I made the promise." I did something like that. Kids in my school called me The Virgin till my junior year." Were you?" Not since I can remember." Well... Anyway, that was how I got through. ”“I think that you’re lying,” the older woman says, her member growing hard. She sees that the teen is close to the wall of the building. So Harper moves quickly at her, pushing her back against the wall, pinning her there.“Not totally,” Anthe confesses.“So there is some sliver of the truth in everything?” Harper presses, leaning closer and kissing her lips. She pushes her body harder against Anthe, lifting the girl’s leg over her waist.“Yes,” the girl answers softly.“Then tell me the truth.