The bratva had a price on her head, wanting her to pay for betraying what they felt was their hospitality by killing the lieutenant that she was given...to against her will and forced to marry. She had been on the run since she was sixteen, now twenty-two. Those two years of hell left physical and deeper psychological scars, but her lover saw past them, helping her feel safe.The shadows concealed her stalkers perfectly while they enjoyed her beauty, both hungry for her in different ways. Both. “I promise. Believe me, you won’t hear any bitching from them about me! Well, at least not about the dinner prep being done today.” Jill said and laughed and then looked at me again and again smiled broadly.I hadn’t even realized it, but Karen and I were still holding hands throughout their entire conversation. Jill looked down at our enclasped hands and then over to Karen and said, “...annnnd who is this?” smiling ear to ear looking right in my eyes.Karen let go of my hand and cleared her. His heart racing, he opened the drawers to find delicately laced bras, panties and stockings. He also found a few corsets and garters, and to his delite, he found Christine’s 10 inch, thick, veiny purple dildo. After carefully selecting an outfit, he put on a laced black bra with pink bows, a black laced thong, complete with a matching garter, stockings, and black high heels. He then went into the bathroom with a brunette wig he had found at home, and applied some of Christine’s makeup. Black. Is the only one who knows what the initials stand for. Her conceit was that this improved Operational Security. 5225 came into being in the panicked days after September 11, 2001, founded and funded by a reclusive multi-millionaire named H. Worthington Armstrong. Yes, the same Armstrong. His very large fortune was passed down to his loving wife, Melody, on the probate of his will. He died from an overdose of potassium administered by his wife; as he had a heart condition, was considerably.