Still, he wanted to ride along with me for the day, so I told him to grab the Green Shotgun (beanbag rounds) from my armory plus his own guns and a pa...r of flack jackets. We both had personal weapons plus backups. I was pretty sure Mark could not locate us, and if he did he would not try anything, because he was still locked in an FBI mindset of lawful, by-the-book action. But as I have indicated, I routinely exercise a little excess paranoia.In the C-1500 Tango still really felt the need to. My eyes flickered to the stopwatch then back to the action on the couch as my mind tried to understand how a mere minute could have felt like five times that long."Mmmm, no, no." Brenda started to intone through her groans of frustrated pleasure as Jim teased her clit with his tongue.There was less than four minutes remaining now and Jim was playing my wife like a musical instrument, a touch here, a stroke there, a lick or a suck and his actions were driving her crazy. So crazy that she was. I do have a different idea. What if we send them to Preservation? They aren't really bad men but they do need the leadership and order that Preservation would provide them. We can warn them that they will have to live under the rules and work. We can tell them their choice is to remain here and get loose after we're gone. We can say that, if they follow us, we will kill them right away. What do you think?" That might just work. I don't like the idea of killing without it being necessary. We can. Marc said, ‘You know something. This is probably the best party I’ve ever been to.’ She laughed out loud, ‘Oh, really. All we’ve been doing is talking for the past hour and a half.’ He dropped his legs and got up. He walked over to her, planting himself right in front of her. He leaned forward, placing his hands on her armrests, effectively trapping her. Her breath caught when he moved his face even closer to hers. ‘Exactly.’ Before she knew what was happening, his mouth crashed down over hers..