‘Mrs. Whitman, what are you doing to me?’ Angel asked. ‘Why c***d, I am going to have you for myself,’ she said as her hands began to massage ...ngel’s bare midriff. Angel watched as the boney hands played over her tanned stomach and rose upwards to just under her breasts. The woman worked slowly and was careful to let her fingers slide just under the edge of the panties and then just under the bottom edge of the top. ‘What do you mean have me?’ Angel asked, playing the part of a girl being. It should not make any difference that Paul Jacobs sufferedthe injury, George is the one who has to live with the consequences. Heis as much a casualty now as he would have been if it happened to himduring his time in either Iraq or Afghanistan." Damn right he is," Jenny spat. "Excuse me," she said and flipped the lidof the grill open to rotate the potatoes and corn on the cob. When it wasdone she sat down again."Do you think they will back down or dig in?" she asked taking anotherdrink of her. "Me?Oh, I'm from the other team of supernatural cheerleaders, the PepKnights. Yeah, we work just a few towns over. Spirit Guard needed somehelp so they gave me a call."Day LaMode's scowl deepened. Serenity could feel that cold anger growing.It was incredible how much clearer the extra sense was in this form. "DayLaMode asked who jou are. Ze Master told Day LaMode zhere are only fourSpireet Guards. Where deed you come from, wavy girl?"Serenity rolled her eyes and idly twirled her daggers between. These feelings and sensations that were so foreign to her, made her feel whole, wanted, loved. She built her movements, her shoulders, her hips, stronger and harder. Her nipples being tweaked and her mound being caressed, what was inside her got quicker and harder as it came and it went. It pushed her further and further, until, with a keening moan she was launched. She sailed, weightless, nothing but sensation. She took a deep strong breath and continued her flight, bucking and thrashing. God.