She grabbed an apple from the fridge, called out hello, and when no one answered, concluded she was home alone.Feeling in a particularly horny mood, s...e thought she would borrow some of her mother's sex toys, pull out some of those fuck books she kept hidden under her mattress and diddle her pussy till she was satisfied.She bounded to her room. When she flung open the door to her room, she got the surprise of her life.Andy was on the bed, naked, a hard-on as huge as a baseball bat dancing in. Maybe these mercenaries weren’t a bunch of swaggering drunks, after all.The ATVs returned to the plane. A minute later, they emerged again. This time they were pulling little trailers. Each headed off to a flag. They each stopped at a flag, got out, fiddled around with the trailer, and drove a path from one flag to the next leaving behind a swatch of white powder about two yards wide. At the distant flag, the driver stopped, fiddled with the trailer, and then headed for the plane.“Talk about. The one before this one had been from a NATO Ally who had insisted ongoing along on our missions. His demise in heavy combat allowed us toprevent any other untrained spy's from going into the field. I didn'tcare for this one at all, he disregarded things like knocking first. andhe'd been after me to let him go out into the field.Once my command team was there I opened the second part of the message,the audio file recorded two hours earlier.It took me a moment to make it out at first, the signal. My daughter's skin goes from a pale white, like mine, to red, to a golden brown. I don't know the exact moment of her death, but I'm sure she's reached it by now. I've failed as a parent. It's the only thing I've ever really tried to do, and I've failed to protect my baby girl. This is all my fault. Maybe I deserve this fate for being such a naughty girl in my youth, but Abby didn't. She was a good girl. And because of my bad karma, she's been dragged into this. It's all my fault that.