He yelled over her shoulder, ‘Hank, put her in my car, and watch her.’ Then he spun on his heels and stalked back toward the motel, while flipping...open a cell phone. Hannah yelled at Chief Willie’s back, ‘Where’s Tom!’ He turned halfway, and indifferently answered, ‘He’s dead!’ ‘Wha…? WHAT!’ Fat Hank yanked the chain between the handcuffs and pulled her like a bitch on a leash. ‘Come on. Let’s go.’ All the strength drained from her body. She stumbled and fell to her knees. The flabby, wheezing. I asked him to enter me in doggy style. He stood on the floor and I bent on the bed. I guided his cock in to my pussy. Slowly he began to move to and fro. He bent on me and held my hanging boobs and began to press them hard. I too thrusted my body back to his cock. After a while I asked him to keep his head on the bed and pressed my pussy on his face. It was so slippery with my cum. He kept his tongue in to my pussy and I too began to eat his strong cock. I climbed on him and guided his cock in. And now she knows it’s all been a dream, her need for him, the intensity of what she feels in her heart for him. She looks down at the stump that was her right leg, and she feels an emptiness like she’s never known before, and it feels as if she’s falling into a black hole, and all that lies ahead is a yawning chasm of infinite despair. She hears her son’s voice again, and pulls out of the dive that threatens to consume her. ‘Really? An astronaut?’ she says. She feels a hand take hers and looks. The State Department Agent was excited to be home. We shut down to be refueled and the Agent handed out some laminated identification cards that identified the three of us as Special Agents of the United States of America State Department. The Agent said, “I hope that we never need you again, but don’t bet on it. There always seems to be a need for someone who will lead us to overcome some evil people.”What was almost hilarious was that the TSA people, followed by some bored ICE Agents, came to.