Maybe you gotthe killer body and the fran?ais, and she got the codes. But does itmatter? It's happened."Rivers reached down into his pants pocket. ...Listen Sam, I came here incase you were in trouble, but since then my orders have changed..."Rivers produced a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, the metal clinkingas he held them up in front of him."I've been asked to bring you in."* * * * * * * * * *Sam watched, his mouth hung open in shock, as Rivers tossed thehandcuffs onto the bed. We were near our campsite when Grace heard something. “Dad, what’s that sound? It kind of sounds like someone is hurt or something.” We both stopped walking so we could listen without competing with our footsteps. I heard it as well, and it was clearly muffled sounds just passed the tree line. Grace and I walked towards the sounds as quietly as we could, but yet as quickly as we could. If someone was in trouble, we wanted to get there quickly, but if it were a couple of adults. When I woke up the next morning I looked at her. Her hair was a mess, she still had some tear streaks in her face and a few spots of my cum on her chin. Lori was an absolute mess. But to me she was the most gorgeous creature on earth. Was I in love? After we were done with breakfast I got up as usual to clear the table. She beat me to the task and addressed me in a stern tone, "As long as you allow me to stay with you, this will be my duty. This and a few other things." Whoa, I was just told by. ’ She handed me a worn, weather beaten wallet photo of a little girl. It was the same little girl in the photo I had found on my dresser. ‘I had to come here and bring you these things.’ ‘I have a sister!’ I said as I took her in my arms. ‘You don’t have to go back or anything, do you? You know you have a place to stay here.’ ‘I will not go back to that place after working so hard to escape. They would put me back in the labor camp, my only crime being having an American soldier for a father.’.