Its pink glow slowly faded as he dove into cover, a trio of follow-up shots shattering the glass of a car door where he had just been standing.Not kno...ing where the fire was coming from, he huddled behind one of the cars, peeking out and praying that his VISR would pick out enemies that he couldn’t see with the naked eye through the gloom and the rain.There, in an open window on the third floor, the red outline of a Jackal sniper. If it had been wielding a beam rifle rather than a needle rifle,. I see them look over in my direction & after a few more comments I see him nod towards the house. I wasn't sure what he was trying to say so I gave him that shoulder shrug & facial expression meaning "What?" & he nods as if saying "Meet me there" so I go over as soon as I see he is walking in the direction where he was pointing to. I was already aroused by this point & curious about this guy. We finally meet in the hallway & simply grabs my hand & walks me over to the bathroom. The door was. Very terrible genetic defects and issues arise when family members reproduce with each other and I am against that 100%. However, neither Andrew or I desire to have children from each other, we simply want to live as happy as we can with out very close mother/son bond. With that out of the way, I'm going to talk about why Andrew and I even have this relationship to begin with.When I gave birth to Andrew, I was a single mother without very much support from anyone else. That being the case, I. Marion had watched Aaron sidelong through the entire procedure - the neat movements, the tea he selected, (Earl Grey, huh?), the slight grimace as he went for the spoon, the unconscious cleanup as he dispensed with the empty packets in the big can in her cart, rather than the small trashcan beside him. She counted the sugar packets, filing away the number with the tea brand. Why was this so interesting? Because a little domestic activity would spice up her fantasy? So she could dream of.