Their radios had gotten more reliable and one was now mounted in every tractor and every cave, so that they could call for help when they needed it.Th... remaining machine guns were mounted in fixed locations to defend the individual caves, and the importance of this was pointed out early on, just after the high speed tractor-trailer system was put into service. Jeff, Jr. had argued for the armed car, as he was calling it, but he got little support. Jeff was finally convinced by his son's. "Give the guys a little credit. They only have four seconds or so to pull off two shots." True," Jefferson said, "but they also have computer assist to find the firing zone, don't they?" Yeah, but..." Lisa started."Okay, guys," Lon interrupted. "We're starting to edge into the land of too much non-essential chatter here. Jeffy, are you still scanning? It looks like they're maneuvering about down there. Aren't there command APCs issuing orders that you should be identifying?" Yeah, sorry,. That was 20 years ago, back then Bob was 6'5" of bulging muscles, extra wide shoulders, hard packed abs and massive arms and legs, His handsome face was square jawed and his hair was pale blonde, when he looks in the mirror now he sees the same wide shoulders but a big belly that wants to hang over his belt, still the same massive chest but now softer, still a super but not the hard body he used to have. He didn't look any older, supers don't age like the rest of the population, once they reach. She closed her eyes. Knew it was going to hurt. “Let’s see. Twenty-two over the limit. I think twenty-two should do it.” He moved close to her ear. Whispered in it, “If you stand up, I’m afraid we’ll have to start over. Keep that ass up high for me. You are going to please me, aren’t you?” Unable to speak, she nodded. Then he was gone. She realized the belt wasn’t rubbing her a--- Crack. Her body arched. She half lifted from the hood of the car, then collapsed back down. It hurt, but not that.