She sat on the cold tile, knees to her chest and face in her knees, crying and shaking uncontrollably. Why did they do this to her? They were her fami...y, they were supposed to love and protect her! She wanted so badly just to run away, to be anywhere in the world at that exact moment than in the bathroom of her Fathers cold, soulless house. She decided to run a hot bath and soak for a while, her wounds stinging as the water surrounded them. She scrubbed her body over and over, but she seemed. We tiptoe down the stairs and find the sleeping room half open lighted by a dim lamp. I know that Ella expects me to watch them and enjoys this scenery. I also like this imagination. Secretly we watch the the Lindstroems’ love game. Per has a dildo in his hands and Ella is holding a bottle of lube. Some drops run along the toy. We both expected that Per sticks it into Ella’s pussy, but he lies down between her legs and caresses her pussy first with his fingers, second with his tongue. Masha. "I'm so happy you're okay, Dad," I whispered, my eyes stinging."Me, too, Ramirez, me, too." He pushed back after a moment with a sigh. "This will have to wait though; we have more pressing concerns. Who else have you brought with you besides your Witch?"I should have realized he would smell them on me, but, short of riding with all the windows down and dousing myself in perfume, it would have been impossible to avoid and probably not even then. Werewolves have extraordinarily sharp noses."There. The problem was that the food dumps were not as centralized as the cannon ammo had been. The aerial photos stored in my AI showed that there were 14 separate food storage areas. I absolutely refused to send in demolition teams of less than two men, so one of the areas was going to be skipped. Then I had a brainstorm: the food dump used by the commander would be the one we skipped. That would be a psychological blow that should play hell with morale. I could imagine what the average soldier.