” Spike was still smiling. “Do you always profile skegs as potential terrorists?” “Skegs?” Celeste smiled. “Yeah, you know: surfers,” he...said. “We’re really not that dangerous.” “Your shirt, Sir,” she said sternly. “Please don’t make me ask a third time.” Vicky sat in Bob’s lap, curled on her side with her head on his shoulder while they both watched Celeste with amusement. Spike unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, allowing it to fall to the floor. He held his hands out to sides as if to say. She was ashamed and confused by what she had done and blamed David for it to a large extent. As far as she was concerned he had cajoled her into masturbating him. “God! What about if he brags about it at school!!!” she said to herself, worried almost sick.But she couldn’t control her desires or her fantasies. She masturbated with her vibrator at least once a day and sometimes more often. She had kept the semen stained blouse and she held it to her face when she masturbated and she couldn’t help. . how dare you!"Tristan glanced out the window. It had started to rain; one of those miserable rains that lasts the rest of the day, with a cold wind. He took several paces towards her then stood balanced on the balls of his feet. "I dare, you - you bloody alien cow!"She backed away, clenching her fists. He sensed the vicious kick coming before she started to move. He dodged sideways, grabbed her foot at the top of her kick, and twisted. She landed flat on her back."You will need to be faster. They are operating on fumes, and if we don't get them quality rest, they won't last another day before caving in."We need your helicopters available to move wounded, assist law enforcement, and support your security operation. That will probably include relocating wounded from one treatment center to another. Don't let location or destination stand in your way, and use of military specialty treatment centers and medical personnel is authorized if requested by civilian physicians."In short –.