.............Lying there enjoying post coital relaxation, he turned to her. "Youknow, if I can't use my dick, the contest goes both ways." Mmmmm." Su...e. You can't suck me or touch me or feel my warmth inside of you." Uh huh. But, I can feel your fingers and your tongue and I can pleasuremyself, too. I don't think I'm making much of a sacrifice. I'm justinterested in how you feel after a month of denial." You'd really write me a check for $15,000?" I'll write it right now and post date it. . French had been full of questions, but Seth had been more interested in looking at the damage done along the Pike by the retreating troops. The fences were gone and so were the flocks of chickens. The blacksmith shop where Jefferson had sought information on the way into town was closed and the forge dark and cold.Seth saw a few shell holes and several freshly dug graves near the road. Small groups of black soldiers wearing white rags around their mouths and noses were collecting bodies and. A Supervisory Patrol Agent, a GS-12, asked for volunteers for a special mission. They were going to go into the field, on foot, with a bunch of soldiers. The soldiers were there to drum up pollos y coyotes, to beat the border and cause interest in those interested in crossing it. With luck, they'd capture those who were set to watch the increased activity, then 'roll them up', meaning interrogate them and find out the names and locations of who they worked for.A Border Patrol Intelligence Agent. I was filled with a thrill I had not felt in a very very long time, not since Cynthia had I felt this sensation of complete rapture. I was lost in her eyes, in her smile, her touch and now her kisses were making me woozy. Then she took my hand and pulled me to my feet melted into my arms and kissed me more slipping her tongue over my throat and neck. I was getting more than a little aroused. My pants were tenting impressively, especially interesting since I am not a very well endowed man, my.