Shetried to cover up. Then her eyes met his. Grey eyes.They were full of knowledge and wisdom and wanting. Andloneliness. He showed no aggression towa...ds her. Hernudeness she soon discovered was mere curiosity. Shewas near her period and her scent must have excitedhim.Over the course of the next few days she tried toescape, only to run into more of those lizard things.And the gorilla stopped them each time. She realized hewasn’t holding her captive as much as protecting her.He brought her. Pushing the door opening revealed the bombshell leaning against the footboard of her bed, the bar indenting her cheeks. Her right foot rests on the bottom rung. The mystery ended when our eyes connected. As my eyes spotlight every inch of skin, her body tells me an interesting story... Hair slicked back as if though she was downwind of the air outside. Those lines of her being trace the soul of that which possess the perfect gem cut. An unmatched, unique, and priceless mold that is rare as the. As she brought them to the couch, handing me one, she finally asked, “So how old are you really?”“Seventeen today,” I informed her proudly.She gave a low whistle and gave me a grave look. Then she thought better of what she was thinking and said, “Okay, I know who you are Michael St. Paul, so trust me when I say this isn’t about your money,” again those words.I said okay as she slid into my lap and began kissing me. We necked on the couch for a while before she stood and led me to her bedroom.. Sandy moved to stand beside the twins.Soon, Ellen wanted to get up. Bob made room for her to move. She pulled on the other new shift, green to contrast with her red hair.Soon, dinner was served. Pleasant conversation belied the tension and distress remaining in members of the new family. Ellen complimented Julie and the girls on the new shifts they had made. Sandy proudly described the production line they had established, one cutting while others pinned and sewed. Seven shifts had been.