The various tomes speak of the Voguel and of the various times they had appeared throughout history. It seems that the Voguel had come and gone every ...entury or so, over the last millennia. Each time they were driven back and thought to be eradicated, each time proving false. It seemed that they were mistaken and one or two would go into hiding until they were a mere legend. The attacks would vary in the province where they would happen, adding to the myths over the centuries.“However, the most. They're small. So their stomachs are small. So they need food more frequently. Patrick is both longer and heavier than average. So he can already eat more at a time. See! I'm well. You've got me in teaching mode." Patrick squeaked. "You go have lunch and go back to the office. I'll see you in the evening."The afternoon began with calls from Janice and Kevin, but then I got back to reading the reports and became aware of the tedious padding as opposed to content."Mona! Can you come here?" I'm. I was waiting on the Sikorsky crew to show up. They were to be here by nine and I had told Johnson Black that I would meet them in the terminal.I was looking out the big window with Lorrie at our two extended C130s preparing to leave on the freight run. They were in the run up area doing engine checks. One was to Charlotte and the other to Harrisburg. Moments later they were both gone.I had just turned to walk with Lorrie to her office when the suits approached, “Ambassador Jones, Johnson Black. By the time he stood behind her at the shower curtain, he had a raging hard-on. When it poked her between the ass cheeks, she looked down at it with a smile. “Someone’s getting naughty,” she commented with a grin. “You are too,” he said. “I am?” she asked. Jeff reached for the wet folds of her vagina with his fingers and smiled. Suzanne tittered like a little girl and playfully slapped his chest with her open palm. “You stop that!” she said with a giggle. She stepped into the shower and Jeff.