She was fucking beautiful. Her body glistened from the shower, and I was impressed that she had a well manicured landing strip just above her slit. Th...t was all I could take, all that I dared, as I pulled back on the door handle, and stole away back into the living room. A few minutes later Mom made her way into the living room to say good night, and I stared at her nipples that seemed to be pressing through the thin material of her night gown, just begging for me to please them. Plus the fact. Her dp was with her kid. She was awesome. I saw her last seen, that was few mins ago. And I forwarded a good video and said “Hi’..Few mins later she responded ‘hi, nice video’. I said ‘you know whats app ah?’ she said ‘why I should not use whats app? I’m from village but I know to use social media’.. I said “I asked simply.. Sorry.”She responded ‘hmm..’Few mins later I asked her, ‘what was her ug degree?’She said, ‘m.Sc maths with b.Ed.’I said,’then why are you wasting your degree.,you can go. The C130s are not leaving until tomorrow morning at 8 our time. All six of the pilots we sent are getting recertified along with check rides and recertification in air refueling today and this evening, courtesy of the agency. They should be here around two tomorrow afternoon."Why do they need recertification in air refueling?" Lorrie asked."The agency said they would need it on some of the contract flights," I replied."Tomorrow at 1, we are going to have an emergency response planning meeting. She would certainly have been tortured severely before her final execution. Probably death came as a blessed release to her.”Tracey felt nauseated but the group of teenagers with her seemed to be fascinated by the poor girl’s ordeal. What a sick bunch they are, she thought angrily.Then they all watched the woman burning alive at the stake, her screams of agony clear in spite of the fact that it was obviously a dummy that was being burnt. Or was it? Tracey felt more and more uneasy.“Here is.