While Nash is busy slitting the throat of a guard, another is attempting to sneak up behind him. The guard never has the inclination that he is being ...argeted and never feels the bullet sending his brains to litter the arctic ground.“Thanks Matthews,” Nash says sliding the knife back into its sheathed.“No problem, but with these suits I doubt you had to really worry much.”“Not a chance I wish to take. It might lead to sloppiness.”Matthews lets the comment hang knowing what it means. Like Nash. God, how he couldn't wait to sink his fat meat into her. Feel her tight little sex gripping his shaft. Man was she going to be a delight. Jon didn't care much for how she might feel about him. No matter what Tracey would be his. He had perfected his method, learnt from the mistakes he had made with previous women and men he had stalked, Fucked and made to obey him until he tired of them. Tracey he doubted he would ever tire of though. She had a perfect little body, ample tits and a firm bottom. My tits were practically spilling out of the dress. The length was perfect as well. It was short enough that it hinted at what was concealed but not so short I couldn't dance or sit. The 3 inch stiletto heels I was wearing made my legs look amazing. My hair was down, cascading wildly around my face and shoulders. I hadn't curled or put any product in it because I knew soft sexy tresses drove men and women alike wild. I hadn't put on much make-up, just dabbed a bit of lipstick on to. One niece is being an unbelievable bitch. Her husband, Brad, was a major in Irag. He got caught by an IED, and like too damned many other men, he lost part of a leg."My niece had already been messing around on him while he was gone, I found out. She had him served divorce papers as soon as he got to a stateside hospital." Damn, that's cold!" Claire exclaimed. Then, back in her bawdy persona, she asked "Is this the young stud I've been begging for?" To me, thirty-seven qualifies as young," Julie.