‘What do you want from me? How does this help you!’ ‘If you kill them, our operatives are able to infiltrate the English crime scene.’ ‘Let... go someplace else.’ I glanced around suddenly aware of how very open I was. Two hours later we were sitting in a little bistro off of central park. Russ was holding an ice cold bottle of cold between his thighs. He had just related the story to me. The Company, the biggest gang in England ranging from petty drug dealers to infiltrating to the highest. Specialists in psychological profiling and manipulation. Experts in brainwashing and mental conditioning. Genius chemists who could craft powerful drugs that would be tailored specifically to the body chemistry of each subject, to cause specific effects. Experts in the carnal arts whose skills could take their subjects to previously unknown heights of sexual ecstasy. Scientific experts who could analyse each super-powered subject down the sub-atomic level and devise the perfect means to. The long slender legs were accentuated by the heels that were her sole remaining bit of apparel. The tight bottom that Rory had flashed at her in the classroom was even sexier without the pantyhose the girl had worn that day.Hands running up her sides brought her attention back to the girl standing close behind. Her bra pulled tight for a moment, then fell free as Paris released the catches. Angelina shook her arms and let the lacey material fall. Immediately two breasts, fuller than the ones. She went back to work at the One Stop. Ron is not allowed to come near her because of the restraining order. One day, 3 months later, before she went to work she stopped by their old house to pick up some summer clothes for the boys, she had called ahead the week before and set it up. Ron was scheduled to be at work when she got there. His truck was not there, but a strange car was. Elsie called her brothers to be there while she went in. When she walked into the house she found Ron in bed.