I sent Capt. Osus out with a few thousand flints as a down payment on the guns. He was to negotiate the exchange rate; I figured that he could be trus...ed to get us a good price. Meanwhile, I had people in the temple working around the clock to "make" as many flints as they could; this was a read bottle neck with only one cigarette lighter as the source of the flints.Capt. Osus returned with 6 pistols and 2 rifles, so we were able to start marksmanship training over the winter for the ship's. The stereotype of the clueless popular athletic girl only made it easier and more satisfying.Of course, after establishing my strength in her territory, I wanted to see how she handled in mine. If she was good, it would make the chase more fun and interesting, and if she wasn’t, it would make it shorter. Points for refusing Truth or Dare, though: quite a cliche, and a very risky game to play for anyone with obvious weaknesses. Would You Rather at least gave one a chance to avoid the hardest. Start with Aaron over there.” She indicated the first guy to Sandrine’s right. Sandrine was then in front of him. “Yeah, that’s right, bitch. Straight at him and get on that lap.” Aaron was on one of the kitchen chairs and Sandrine spread her legs to either side of his lap. She sank forward until she was on him. “Go ahead, Aaron,” Danielle encouraged. “Remember. Nothing below the waist, but those fun bags look they could use a good rub.” Aaron didn’t need any more encouragement. He brought his. “Oh sir… oh please oh please, sir, “ I quavered like a ninny.“Think this little dipper can plumb y’r smudgepot, Jane Eyre?”The erection was on me. The fat tube was darker than I had seen, heavy with blood, while the great slab of meat that was the cockhead, with its thick corona, seemed to be palpitating to get at, into me. The sliced eye, whitely oozing, accused my very essence. The entire organ had the rigidity of throbbing iron and to think I was to be “done”, hewn in half by…I turned to.