Then he harnessed up, and slid down the rope to be caught by a few soldiers, and then to duck down as the helicopter sped away into the night. The sol...iers were saying something, but he couldn't hear it because the noise from the chopper was still too much. The hooded figures led him through a door into the dress room of the Virginia. They took his bag and then began taking off their boots and gloves.One of them pulled down a hood and a baclava to reveal a strong attractive female face with. Winona saw Jasmin's father peering at her intently. He was a kindly looking older gentleman with a full beard and robes of a flowing nature that hid his bodily shape from public view. She found herself wondering if he wore any type of binding on his man-stick or if it was just bouncing around under there as free as a bird.She knew her father would not be present because he never stooped to get involved in any of her activities. In a way, she was thankful because she had a sense of innate. “That sneer you think I never notice, for one,” I said levelly.She sat down on the front edge of the opposite sofa and crossed her arms in the traditional shit-is-about-to-go-down pose that is universal amongst women around the world. I think the pose is to defend vital internal organs against damage, because they know violence is likely to happen – either to or by them. It’s like the cat’s stare on seeing another cat – equally a warding and a threat.“So what crawled up your butt?” she asked.. Both had obviously been waiting for her. Kyle's face was bandaged; Allan had at least put down the bottle long enough to take his son to the emergency room. She would later learn it had taken almost one hundred stitches to close the wound that three plastic surgeries later was still quite evident, a scar Kyle would carry to the grave."Well, well, well, if it isn't the cock sucking, nigger loving, whore! What'd you do, go back for more?" sneered Allan as he rose from the chair."Allan, let me.