He had to speak loudly. The engines were revving for take-off."Captain Stevens says my cousin has been raped," he yelled into Patterson's face. "There...s cum dripping down her thighs." Hey, I don't know nothing..." Patterson started his denial but never finished. The punch almost knocked his head off. The man in the suit dispatched the other officers with equal efficiency. Within seconds, six bodies lay sprawled on the tarmac.The general, looking down from the helicopter, muttered, "He never. We did leave messages about whatwas happening in our lives if we couldn't chat and there was always agood morning or goodnight message from him in my mailbox." And the topics?" Varied; sometimes it was music or books we were reading, other times butnot often, a little about work, we even discussed the news and politicsoccasionally but typically they were about something we both liked, evena bit of sport and on one occasion fashion; I told him I had bought acouple of miniskirts and he asked me. I knew his eyes would be on my tight ass. I was glad I had chosen these tight shorts. When he was seated at the kitchen table I poured him a large mug of coffee and one for me. His eyes kept going to my breasts as I bent over giving him a view of them in the sheer little bra. As I walked around the kitchen he watched as my breasts swayed and bounced. I was wondering, Would he get hard looking at me? Would he try to touch me sexually or could he resist?I sat down across from him and he smiled at. Now, let me get started on my masterpiece."Andy rummaged around in the drawers. "My dad loves buying kitchen stuff," he explained. "He always said he'd have been a chef if he hadn't wound up in Finance. So I learned to cook from him. He made sure this place was properly kitted out. Which makes my job a lot easier." Do you need a hand?" I asked, as I took up station on a bar stool."Nah," he smiled. "I need you to sit there, drink your wine and keep me company." There is nothing I'd like.