My only response was to place my hand under her legs and lift them onto the hood as well, her back now rested against the windshield. It took a moment...for her to finally look at me. I waited, after all I have half a day off from work and here I am spending it with some woman with a short fuse and what I suspected to be a broken foot. ‘The names Erin. So where do we go from here my knight in shining amour?’ ‘Lady we can do this two ways, by committee or trust. One simply takes longer than the. "It's just different is all, I mean look at this fat young ass, look how slutty she gets--letting me do whatever I want to her..." He said as he spat on my face, and yanked my wet hair back.I didn't have anything to say, but agree with a slutty smile, with my messy face moaning and my ass backing up to slam back against his raging hard cock.I looked up at his wife though, and she seemed a little pissed for sure, but still just stood there and watched us, as if she was curious to see how I was. “The problem is getting the fissionable material. Once you have that, building a ‘gun type’ weapon is a matter of engineering because the science has been worked out and is effectively taught in universities these days.”“No way!” she protested.“It’s just physics,” Kara said. “And you can’t really hide it. Everyone knows that a sufficient mass of uranium will reach criticality. Fortunately, getting sufficient material is not an easy task. You need a serious effort to enrich whatever fuel you. As we debated what to do, I found myself wondering if Brody was our voyeur. It would’ve been funny—or at least ironic—though I decided it was pretty unlikely. After all, Brody’s apartment was nowhere near mine. I suspected our voyeur was a woman, based on the time we’d heard someone in the women’s locker room.In the end, the Kap Eps decided to expel Brody’s ass. I didn’t have much sympathy for him, and the other guys didn’t either. We all seemed to be looking forward to having him.