) we all got dressed, and packed up our gear, going for the schoolkids look for the time of day. Anchor signaled me, and I went off by myself a little...ways to contact her. She told me that she had arranged for documentation for all of us, and a grant (diverted from a discretionary fund, or slush fund of some charitable organization) and had removed a house in arrears from the county tax rolls where it had been in forclosure for nonpayment of taxes- It was a nice abandoned home, the owner had. ” Connor told her, and she looked behind him for a long moment and took a deep breath. “What do you want?” “I want to talk... I want to see you,” Connor told her, his voice rising as she widened her eyes. “I've done this a few times since you've been gone... tried to forget... but you're here now.” Ainsley felt her hand unlocking the heavy security door, grabbing the key off of the hook even as her heart argued with her head. She pulled it open and stepped aside as he walked inside, wondering. All I could do was look up and say, "What the fuck did I do to deserve this?" Needless to say, there was no apparent answer. Shaking my head in dismay, I started walking towards the back door of the restaurant, wiping gelid globs of salsa off as I went.Just before I reached the door, I plowed hard into a grey barrier that had not been there a second ago. "Oh for fucks sake, what is this shit?" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Blood from my nose was joining the salsa adorning my uniform as I. I slap her on the butt cheeks. Hard. “Now, we will play a game. Because you weren’t able to hold out secrets, because you betrayed the trust we put in you, you will be demoted to the lowest form of “operative” – the transporter.” I apply the moisturizer to her asshole, exploring it with both index fingers and stretching it slightly. I spit on it. I shove the two fingers of my right hand into it, and use my left hand to guide my improvised butt plug to her mouth. Her spit creating a moist film.