"Can you consume alcohol?" Well certainly Dave, although as a fuel it is terribly inefficient. Still, in pinch I could process it." Ginny heard his an...wer through the phone and broke into laughter immediately. "No, program! I mean can you drink intoxicating beverages? Look in my mind if you need a reference!" Of course I can Dave. And don't worry, I have sufficient control of my metabolic processes to avoid the intoxicating effects." Okay Ginny" I said into the phone, "it looks like we've got. To everyone who knew his true name, he was dead, lost in an operation deep in a godforsaken Columbian jungle. Now, for the time being, he was Max the Enforcer. From experience, he knew that if one looked the part and spoke the part, no one questioned who you really were. The CIA trained him to run black ops. Because of this, he preferred to be faceless, efficient and deadly. But his current position required people to know and fear him. The pay and power afforded him was worth the burden of. “I dare you to kick me,” he said in a threatening tone. “I swear you will regret it if you do.He placed the knife down and started rubbing her clean-shaven pussy hard. She could feel but could not see that he had something around his hand. She fought him as she felt her clit being rubbed by the cold object. She kicked him in the leg several time. He swung his hand back and punched her hard in the kidneys. He held his hand in front of her eyes and showed her the pair of brass knuckles he was. ’ Darla’s heart was melting rapidly and – it seemed – running through her body down to her opening – for it was starting to fill with warm fluids. She didn’t say anything however, she just beckoned him to kiss her again with her eyes. He did. This time it was Darla’s turn go exploring with her tongue. As she probed into his mouth she let her hands roam over his black naked body. Darla then pulled back, and swiftly removed her sweater and the T-shirt she was wearing under it, then gently pushed.