I sat watching as the old woman went digging through her things, she would grab something look at it and toss it aside, eventually she found what she ...as looking for, She walked to me handing me two scrolls, one was an ancient map, the other was some kind of binary code, I tried to make sense of it but I couldn't, I went back to looking at the map, if I was reading it right it led no where near the signal, I frowned at that, I only had so much time, I couldn't waste it on fools errands. The. ‭ ‬I usually didn't even turn over after one of those, ‭but the terror came to visit.‭ ‬Now and then I relive events in dreams.‭ ‬Dreams that cause me to wet the bed.‭ ‬Cold sweats that soak the sheets are a price one pays for surviving I suppose.That night, I was standing behind the driver of a Humvee with my hands gripping a M249‭ ‬machine gun.‭ ‬I never planned to use it, since we weren't even going through Indian country.‭ ‬It was just a drive in the country, so they said.‭ ‬My Hummer was. Let's assume massively accurate. So fucking what? They don't know where to start looking. There are millions of farmhouses around the country. Are the 4,000 or so agents of the FBI going to kick down all of those doors looking for slavers? No, are they going to put our faces on TV? Let them, we never leave the house. In a month, this will be old news, and Jeannette will be learning her new name in protective custody spending six days a week in therapy to deal with this." Devon said. "That is my. She was enjoying the moment. Her body clock knew it would soon be time to rise but at the moment something else was rising. A thumb and forefinger gently pinched one of her hardening nipples. She let out a gentle moan. Soft lips were planting kisses on her shoulders and neck. She was getting more aroused. "This is such a lovely way to wake up", she was thinking as the hand had moved to skirt the top of her pussy mound twisting its way amongst the fine pussy hair, curling it around its fingers..