’ ‘My dad is JACKED. He’s shorter than me, but damn.. He’s buff. He was a general in the Army before he retired.. He makes me look like a scra...ny little wuss.’ My eyes flickered appreciatively over James’ body-James was a serious kickboxer, and an athletic nut. Needless to say, I was impressed. ‘Anyway.. When we were living in Germany, my dad had a couple of little strokes. He’s the same as he’s always been, it didn’t affect his thought processes.. But the left half of his face is paralyzed.. In fact, by the time she realised that both Sandra and Mabel had their noses pressed against the wall just a foot or so away from her, she really wanted to do nothing other than go to her bedroom and masturbate.Dale found that the thirty minutes really dragged. She could hear lots of laughter behind her and realised that all of the other teenage girls and hotel guests were getting on with enjoying themselves, jumping into the pool, running around, chatting, and generally having fun again. Of. Why are we in here?” If Trevor were to come home now, he’d kill me for being in his room.“I’ll tell you in one second.” Danielle shuffled a pair of jeans and boxers out of the way with her foot. She looked around the room at his clothes then reached down and picked up a jockstrap of Trevor’s—probably one he had stripped off after a practice. “This will do.” She held the crotch of the jockstrap up to her nose and took a deep inhale of it. She closed her eyes and had a dreamy smile on her. Looking up, Morgan could see the young woman was already dead, her lifeless body swaying eerily. She jumped off her horse as the two men moved toward her.They were civilians, two that had been hired to complete this very task. He only had dominion over the safety of his soldiers, no one else. Not even the civilians on his compound.How unfortunate for them.CGB got off his horse, watching the scene unfold quietly. Morgan picked up an axe she found lying against the oak tree. Wielding it in her.