‘My Dearest Kristen. Please trust Fiona. She will take you to me. This will all make sense soon, my love. Trust it… Love, Cindi.’ Read the small...note. Looking up, my eyes filled themselves with the astonishing image of this incredible woman. Her arms were so colossal that they bowed, hanging from her side. Breasts that were so inviting and full, bursting over the top of her ivory tinged dress. Small slivers of her spaghetti straps seemed to scantily grasp the dress that outlined her brawny. I was picking up my pace when I heard, what sounded like the voice of some woman moaning loudly in the distance. I realized that woman was me and that the neighbors could easily hear me. I didn't care. I kept on fucking. Then I raised myself upright, onto his midsection and started rocking furiously, with my hands on his chest and my hips gyrating wildly. I could feel that thick cock up to my belly button. I could feel what could be best described as a spring being wound tight, deep in the pit. John waited patiently for the noise to abate. When it was quiet enough to be heard, he said, “Go call your families and let them know you won’t be home for the next couple of days.”The next hour was a flurry of activity as agents got busy faxing John’s data and conclusions to the various offices that were going to participate in the conference call. John estimated that they were going to have over two hundred agents involved in this arrest. Other agents were arranging for cots to be brought. The fear wells up inside of him. The pain is extreme. He wakes up in a cold sweet, heart racing, another nightmare. The same nightmare. The only nightmare Spencer ever has. That was the day that changed his life forever. Out of the two hundred and thirty-four people on the bridge that day, he was the one and only survivor to be alive. Sure he had a few bumps and bruises but that was all. How he survived, God only knew. Now being much older, he is no longer is bothered by what he saw that day..