“Sorry sweetheart, I couldn’t drive any further. I got way too tired.” Nathan replied with a slightly apologetic smile.“That’s okay, Daddy. ...ou don’t need to be sorry. I’d much rather sleep in a bed anyway.” His daughter remarked, in a characteristically upbeat fashion. The pair climbed out the van, and made sure to lock it as they made their way over to the reception office to book a room.The man behind the desk was friendly enough, given the late hour of arrival. As Nathan had expected there. ”I felt the rail gun activate and saw their engine take a hit from a single, small caliber shell, turning the engine into shrapnel.“Engine and power supply disabled. Enemy ship is on back-up generators. There are several leaks in their hull,” Crystal reported.I turned to face the panicked captain. “Your ships are still more than ten minutes away. Do you think you can last that long?” I taunted. I could see the fear in his eyes.His lovelies had disappeared. “What do you want?” he asked. In any case, when Jane and I arrived out of thin air, we saw firsthand how deliberately the bishop and his boys tried to manipulate, intimidate, and humiliate Clay Wilson. This was a man whose spiritual welfare was supposedly Orvin Lane’s top priority, but, of course, that was the furthest thing from his mind, despite all pretense to the contrary.“This is not up for debate or argument, Clay! We own your ass! You will do what we say, when we say it, or we will have you excommunicated and you. She used her small hands to lift them, to weigh them, to caress them. She leaned forward and put a tiny kiss on each one. More kisses followed, small, dainty, tender kisses. His sack was so sensitive, it felt like butterflies were gently landing and fluttering there. It was like being tortured with tiny feathers. She was wonderful.She held his balls high and kissed down to his tight brown hole. She planted tiny kiss after tiny kiss right on his hole opening. He clinched it and made it.