.. kissing His pubic hair... worshiping... each one of Hishairy testicles... smelling... His putrid... and sour... naked bodyodor... the smells... of ...ried urine... and stale cum... and niggersweat... all mixed together... and swirling around... your face... andwafting up... into your delicate nostrils... pretending... for Him...and even to yourself... that you're actually enjoying... the horriblestench... from His genitals... and His inner thighs... kissing... andlicking the sweat... from the. " Art clamped his mouth shut, wanting to choke Nichols instead of sitting there casually talking to him."And in addition," Jeff added, "one of the members of my team almost died in the action outside that house."Nichols picked his cup back up using both hands, miraculously managing to take a sip without spilling any. "Mr..." His voice broke, and he cleared his throat to try again. "Mr. Hanes, I did what I was ordered to do. Oh, my life hasn't been an example of piety, but once I began working. "Hey you're awake," Bern called with a smile."You're up early hun and that smells divine" Bridget replies already taking a seat at the table."Well I wanted to get up before you. There is no way I'm letting you go and do a full day of, exercise shall we say, with anything inside you"Bridget could hear her stomach grumbling, sounding like a far off rumble of distant thunder, but she was not sure if it was hunger or nerves. Either way she was going to devour whatever had been thoughtfully prepared. ”She was right but that was a conversation I was not willing to have with her. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her. My motives were purely logical. To avoid there being any link between me and what was coming for Deirdre, I had to keep any hint of my intentions completely invisible – even from Joan. The real truth was even stranger. I needed to keep my actions invisible – especially from Joan. I’d been betrayed enough to know that facts never confirmed are facts never used in a court of law.When.