Eric looked down at his body and felt a new kind of loathing for it.The blond hair that kept falling in front of his face was driving himcrazy, God ho... he wanted to cut it all off. And his breasts were alwaysgetting in the way of everything he would do. He couldn't fold his armswithout hitting them, they were always brushing up against somethingand it was a pain to find a comfortable sleeping position. And hisfigure, he hated what he had always thought of as a sexy hourglassshape, with his. " Tuck them up here under my armpits," I said. "Ooh! They're still icicles. But they'll warm up faster there." You must really love me to let me stick cold fingers under your arms." I do love you, Rhonda. I love you that much." And in a hundred years, you'll still love me," she giggled. She was getting back to normal. "Lift up a little. I'm rolling over so you can warm up my back, too." Damn! Lying down on her backside did absolutely nothing to soften me up. Now I was resting fully between her. My first clue was watching Don get clubbed over the head with a steel pipe then being dragged downstairs to the basement. When I saw Ben being carried by two men following behind a guy dragging Don and gave myself away. They did not know I was with them until I ran to Ben after seeing his leg was bleeding. I had not been outed because the ass in DC did not know the mission specifics only the team members assigned. The guys however, had been completely outed and in the basement it was obvious. She assumed that when she found them she would also find the evil commander that the soldier had referenced. When Werth had first been destroyed she’d been overcome with a need for vengeance, yet the deaths of the soldiers since that time had made her feel unclean. It wasn’t just that she had caused a few of them pain before bringing a merciful end, although that was part of it. She’d wanted to make them hurt… yet when it had come time to do so, she had ended their torture much sooner than they.