With a grunt of effort, she and Sophie set their friend down by the fire pit. Natasha moaned, her eyes were screwed tight and her legs kicking weakly... Her hands pawed at the flesh torn by the smooth, feathered shaft below her ribs. Her normally white shirt was stained crimson."We have to help her!" cried Sophie hysterically."We need to remove the arrow," said Beth. "Hold her still."Sophie knelt by Natasha's head and held her shoulders as Beth gingerly wrapped her fingers around the shaft. . Kylie quickly imbibed the liquor. She didn't mind beer, but it made her pee a lot.?And don't lock the door!? Jack called out as he went out to the living room.That was probably only the hundredth time Jack had told her that since her mother left. He said he wanted to get to her if something happened, and that a daughter can't have any secrets from her dad. Kylie knew he just liked to peek in on her while showering, or as she got changed. He was always a bit of a pervert, but it was worse. My wife had been in her dressing gown and myson in his pajama bottoms when we had breakfasttogether.I could have simply picked up my briefcase and left,but at that moment my wife let out a playful shriek andthat got me curious. I went upstairs, not making asound on the carpeted stairway.The door to the master bedroom was partially open and Ilooked in. What a jolt I got.My son was standing there by the bed. He was bare-assednaked, his immense cock angling upward in an awesomehard-on. His mother. ’ ‘Well, what do you expect from someone who fucks his wife’s best friend?’ ‘Of course, I see your point. What can you tell me about the article – mind you, you’re already in breach of that agreement you signed.’ ‘I know but I knew I could talk to you as I trust you.’ ‘Oh, I see.’ ‘The article is a page 3 story under the heading, ‘Naughty Boy Fitzroy’. The neighbor tells what he saw and the writer moralizes and the story summarizes my background and political CV. The article was referred, in.