“Now I’m going to fuck you at last,” Francois proclaimed as he began to slide his dick into Winston’s moistened manhole.“Oh, Jesus… No, pl...ase stop, please,” Winston uttered.“I can’t. I have always dreamed about this, buddy, and now I’m going to do it,” Francois said as his dick stilled against Winston’s sphincter.Winston couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Even more unbelievably for him, was that he was enjoying it as the double sensation of having both his dick as arse. " But she did say something about her soul?" Yeah, one night after a shoot we were all drinking and she said she was going to lose her soul." You think she was just drunk?" No." Huh?" She was serious, Derek, really serious." So she believed someone was going to steal her soul?" Great, a serious fruitloop. Why me? "That might be enough to make someone want to run away." That's exactly what she said she was going to do." Any idea where she was going?" No, she wouldn't tell me, said it wasn't. ‘You’d best go deliver the general’s message to the general now, Courier,’ said Fol. ‘Yes, Sir,’ panted the young courier and staggered out. ‘What does it say?’ asked the official, when the kid was gone. ‘I wouldn’t presume to know which words the seer Evelin has for the general,’ said Fol, deliberately misinterpreting the question. ‘What does yours say?’ insisted the official. Fol caressed the stamp at the bottom of the very white sheet, the stamp proclaimed the seer Evelin was favoured by the. Two pairs of Bates patent-leather shoes joined the rank and insignia in her shopping basket. She wrote a check on her Bank of America account – the 'permanent' checks had just come in Saturday's mail – and winced. "Dillon, when do I get paid?" Should have been the fifteenth, Lenore, but it might have to wait for the first of the month."Crossing her mental fingers, Lenore wrote out the check.Back at the office, Lenore carefully applied the National Defense Medal ribbon and her other rank to her.