I was.The anger inside me was building by the second and when I heard one of our grove drivers on the radio I thought I’d get a chance to exercise m... fury. “Michael ... I have a brown Buick running through the grove road heading for Highway Sixty. No one should be out here on your land, and this guy is running like someone is after him. He has no clue that I’m behind him because of the amount of dust he’s stirring up. If you can find a Sheriff out on sixty, have him cut east and shut down the. Before my husband I dated a guy called Maz who was a Pakistani lad in his mid-thirties. He was so handsome and had a great toned body and an incredible cock but my parents didn’t approve of him. Not because he was Muslim with us being a Christian family but more because he treated me like crap, he only seemed to be interested in me for sex and would rather spend time with his mates. After a while I had to leave him as my parents grew concerned that I was regularly coming home in tears. The. Your chances of survival were very low. I doubt whether very many others in that settlement of yours managed to wake up this morning…” “Tracey…” mused Sharon. Her best friend was probably also dead. And all they’d wanted was a holiday in the sun. Her eyes exploded in tears. “You bastards! You bastards! You fucking fucking bastards!” “I can see you’re unhappy,” mused the sergeant. “And I can’t promise you the security or the freedom you want. And we don’t have any medical supplies to do anything. "The Darkbitch sighed in carefree pleasure, warm water lapping at her feet, as she descended another step down the ornate marble staircase that led into her new, massive indoor pool. Her arms were wrapped around the waists of two much taller beauties, each of whom would become a prefect in a few hours. On the left was Tsadi, the dark-skinned, elegant girl who moved with a catlike grace. Opposite her was the lushly voluptuous form of the sky-blue-haired Kaia, whose infectious smile and sexual.