‘I’m sorry Regan…’ He felt the burning sting of tears behind his eyes and blinked furiously. He would not cry. He had disappointed her, practi...ally left her for dead. That gave him no right to cry. But the tears fell anyway. The tears fell on Regan’s face, making small clean streaks down her pale face. After a few moments, he forced himself to stop his womanly ways. Lying her back down on the sad excuse for a bed pallet, he took inventory of her. Her face was dirty and bloodied on one side. It. ." he started to explain."Oh, no you don't, Slim McGee. If I go down, you go down!" the agent yelled as he pulled a hideout pistol from his vest.He didn't get very far before the blast of the Greener made his guts become just another mess in the street. One thing though. In his death throes, his finger jerked the trigger of his gun and the shot hit the Marshal square in the chest. The Marshal dropped like a stone. While all the attention directed at the agent and the marshal, the two thieves. "You will work in pairs throughout your training. You have been allocated your seating so the person next to you is the person you will spend the next five years training with. If you both survive the course, you will be posted out together and spend the rest of your working lives as a team. Your partner has been selected as the closest possible psychological match to you."Tristan took a sidelong glance at Dionysia. Well, it could have been a whole lot worse.The students were pushed hard. Most. . ooooowwwccchh!" she cooed. 'SMACKK! … SMACKK! … SMACKK! … SMACKK!' "Please slipper me, Dave" she begged, "slipper me hard." My throbbing cock had grown to halfway down my thigh. "Time I had your panties down, my girl," I said and tucked my fingers into the elastic waistband of these very same knickers for the second time in one evening, this time drawing them down over the mother's delectable posterior instead of her daughter's. This time I could look all I wanted, and boy, did I want to. .