Somebody had even lettered it “Jenny” in ornate letters.Once she was safely ensconced in the holding cell, TJ headed back to her desk to finish up...the paperwork Ray had started.Genevieve LeFleur? New Orleans? That explained the accent at least.She looked further down the form.AKA Jenny Leffler.“Hey, Ray?”He finished sorting some paperwork and looked at her over the glasses perched well down his nose.“How do we identify her? She wasn’t carrying any ID.”He smiled. “Personally identified by. She jumped, straightening up, grabbing the window cill and turning around all in one motion. “Ted! what?” I didn’t say anything. I grabbed her hips and closed my eyes, fucking her slowly from the back.Grandma didn’t say anything else. She leaned forward on the window cill, laying her head onto her arms, Barabba had done his duty, the outdoor action ceasing. She started to wiggle her arse as she pushed back toward me mumbling, “Ooooh, yes, naughty, shouldn’t ... OOooo.” Inch by inch, I got. He realized that he, too, was at the behest of the arrogant stranger, just like Sylvia was at his command. If things didn't go well he would pay for the miscalculations just as Sylvia was suffering for her miscalculation of not leveling with him about laying around town while he was behind bars. Still, though, his decision to toss her to that little bastard Vito had been made in a moment of anger. He wished he hadn't done it, but there was nothing he could do about it now, and it seemed to fit. The corresponding destruction of the device had killed all the adelshaut guarding within the zone and mortally wounded the patripure. No known shielding could have protected it within the fiery destructive heart of an area hotter than the sun for such a length of time.All of the patripure stood in a ring surrounding the now glassy surface of the bowl where their dying comrade lay and keened out their loss. Their adoring adelshaut stood by, unable to function, as no order or direction was given..