Jones angrily gestured one of the other men toward the disabled SUV. The man stepped over and opened the passenger door and pulled the first mans rifl... out. Then he promptly turned and heaved. Bill could see the vomit shoot from his mouth."I guess the bodies were worse than last night," Bill said grinning.Jones walked towards the SUV but quickly backed away when he got within five feet of the open door. The bandit leader looked around and Bill could almost feel his frustration. Bill could tell. Having made up my mind to do something had taken a big weight off me. I was ravenous and fixed myself a huge breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast.I walked into the living room and opened the drapes. I stood at the window with my coffee sipping on the hot liquid as I watched the Cramer's house. Carl came out and got in his car. He was dressed in a suit like most detectives on the local police force wore. He had been on the force for almost ten years.He drove off to work. I waited a few minutes. Then harder. faster harder faster. Soon I has slamming in and out, trying to drive myself deeper with each thrust. "Harder" she screamed. "Ream my ass with your cock". I was pistoning into her like a machine. Sweat was rolling down my face, my body. My legs and back muscles where starting to cramp from the force of my exertions. Finally she yelled "Your making me cum" and burying her face in her mattress she let out a scream bearly stifled by the bedding. Pulling my cock out of her ass I spun. It flew from his hand straight up in the air, turned twice at the peak of its flight and came hurtling straight down. Wayne stepped aside just in time. The missile stabbed point first into the ground at his feet.Thursday, 20 March 1969, The Lake District, EnglandFour thousand miles away and six hours ahead, Rebecca picked herself up again. Her companion rose slowly. A shake of her head showed Rebecca blonde hair, but she quickly adjusted the hooded mask she wore. It was not the High Priestess..