. or six.Now ... THAT scares me.I have to wonder ... are there others? Other children whose fathers were blown to bits ... but lived? How long has thi... been going on?Is it just evolution? Gradual improvement of the species? Or are we a step above?While I was pondering a screech sounded at the helm.“What just happened?”Seven is back! Chaos reigns. “Coming Tyche.” I rushed. Rushing at night on an open deck is not smart. I footed it through the salon and to the steering station.“What seems to be. We caught the militia at the perfect time from our point of view: they were in the process of making camp when we attacked.This time, we attacked on foot along a very long front. Our guns did very little to betray us, and we could get off many shots while our enemy was limited to 3-4 shots per minute. Not only that, they had to stand to reload, and that was not something that we had to do. Therefore, our usual practice was to dash forward under covering fire and kneel or lie down to shoot while. Over the past few weeks, each girl had developed deep feelings for Ron. Jenny had been the first to know how special he was, while Julie’s affection had started when she saw how happy her sister was with Ron. It had only grown deeper after she had played the role of her sister a few times.When they first traded places, it was just for fun to see if Ron would notice. They had done the same thing to other friends, or teachers, and had never been caught. The only person that could tell them apart. I had already packed a small bag, so I left straight after work, more excited than ever to fuck an old man. Seventy-six was old to me. I was just thirty-two.When I arrived at the hotel, I was very impressed. It had to be a five-star hotel. I found the bar and recognized Harold right away. He was sitting at the bar sipping a drink and looking very lonely.I composed myself and walked over to introduce myself. "Hello, Harold. I'm Tina. I'm glad to meet you."He looked me up and down and seemed.