In sports, you kept your feet shoulder width apartfor perfect balance. "Low man wins," the coach would say, referring tothe power you leveraged agains... your opponent, from crouching andthrusting upward. But with his back straight and arms at his side, astiff breeze could have knocked the former football player over.Arriving at his destination, Brad composed himself and walked intoProfessor Chase's office. Daintily he placed one foot in front of theother. Heel to toe. Heel to toe. His back. She flew into Charles de Gaulle and took the RER into the city, trying to concentrate on what she would say to her colleagues. At the Place Dauphine, she sat down with Marie and Céci and told them all that had taken place at Freiburg."They're going to come after us," Céci wailed."No, Céci, they don't even know about us," Marie explained, but Céci remained upset and fearful."First of all, Interpol and the police have got this under control." Helen said it, but wasn't sure herself that it was. They might not be able to make it, Ali.”“But I want them to come.”“Just because you want it, doesn’t make it so,” I replied. “We’ll invite them, but I want you to be nice if they can’t come.”“You know I’ll be nice, Daddy,” she said.I worried when she used that tone. I was starting to understand the concept of ‘eleven going on thirty’.“You’ll be nice, but will you behave?” I asked.She pouted. “Of course. Can I invite Aunt Jyl as well? It feels like I haven’t seen her in months.”“You saw her at. Her arse, treated to the same.Her own fluids leaking onto the bedclothes.Two hunky guys with rippling muscles and six packs filling her insides.Her cries of pleasure.Her eyes, closed.Her mouth open.The words “Fuck!” repeated over and over.The fireman inside her arse was the first to unload the contents of his balls. He pulled out and splashed his load all over Melissa’s backside. Spunk from the first jet splashed onto her hair, the rest covered her back and the final dregs, once more, dripped.