I went back to the car and searched the compartment. There was only one GPS tracker. I risked turning on a small pen flashlight and saw that it was th... same kind of tracker as the one I use. I then searched the left side compartment. Surprise! There was another GPS tracker. I changed the batteries in that one and on a whim I decided to switch the dead batteries into the other tracker. Back in my car, I made sure that my GPS tracker was back online. It was. Shit! Who else was stalking Martha. When did it happen?” “I broke up with him the day he did it—about a year ago.” She hated lying to him but she needed to put some time between him and Sal. “Sounds like a nasty bastard.” He stroked her cheek. “Want me to have some guys I know drive up in a big black car and . . . talk to him?” “Just when I decided you’re not a bad boy, you would say that.” “I’m not bad, but my Uncle Jimmy has a friend who has friends that talk to people. I thought just maybe . . .” “No! I hate him but please,. She's been a sex object since she was a baby. That's all she knows. To survive that kind of life, she became the abuser. She helped snatch kids, all girls, and 'trained' a few of them herself.'Murchison shuddered. 'Her mind-blocks are like thick stone walls, she won't let anyone in. She's a young girl, but my god, man, she's as hard as a diamond, so damned hard.'I sat down on the couch, and took a sip of my beco, an aromatic dark brew made from beets. It had a rich satisfying flavour, and. She squeezed it, making it jump again. I sat up before we got caught. She rubbed one tit across my lips and giggled as she got off of me. I turned towards the wall to wait for it to go down. It didnt want to go down. I heard her whisper in my ear. ( Ill be back tonight.) I whispered back: (No&hellip,well just get in trouble, I was just teasing you anyway sis.) She gave me a hard spank on my butt and left. The spank helped my boner go down&hellip,.but one thought about her and her tits and it.