'Yeah, right, try to remain calm', she thought to herself, 'my body had just been stolen from me and with it all my dreams of opportunities for succes....'Jessica had heard Dale's chuckle and slowly turned around. There were tears streaming down his face. He looked at Dale and asked - "Who are you?"Dale looked back at the face that was once hers and simply said : "I used to be you." Dale, is that you in there? "asked Jessica. She nodded."It's me, Jessica Larson."he said.The new man started to cry. When Linda heard about it on television all she could do was shake her head.Cleansing of the building the slaves were held in took a lot longer than the rescue. Linda had to painstakingly remove each trap and all the explosives before Ret could contact authorities to come in and free the prisoners. She still had another den of slavers to visit later that day.Barcelona, Spain was that day’s final destination. This was a much smaller operation than the other two. It was a group that kidnapped. Funny as it is, she tells me almost immediately too. I drip pre-launch in my shorts almost every time. No other chick but her ever made me this horny. She'll have a few beers, try to fart at the bar so she can blame me, feel a little drip slip and take me somewhere private... bend her chubby ass over enough that i can see the bottoms of her titties thru her shirt and ask " am I leaking or false alarm".... there goes my load and she doesn;t even know..... I hesitate and ask for a moment to do a. Keep an eye on your brother and Rada, huh? They're apt to do something foolish." Faith?" came a voice behind them. It was Martin, her father, and he carried one of the groups fowling pieces. Behind him stood Matthew Kohn - similarly armed. "What are you doing, child?" he asked."Father?" Faith said, shocked. "I'm helping." You choose the Heathen against your own people?" Father? I choose to be with my friends when they're in trouble." Your friends?" Martin said, aghast. "The same friends who.