“Don’t recognize me, huh?”“Noooo….”“Don’t remember your little tropical island “thunder fuck”?”“Chloe?”She sucked in air acr...ss her teeth. “Yeah. Ten years I’ve been looking for you, Jack.”“Oh?”The memory of that evening flashed through my mind: thunder, lighting, driving rain...fucking an eighteen year old virgin until she orgasmed…twice. Then, the next morning, ass fucking her until she was exhausted. My body was reacting to this amazon of a woman. My cock was coursing with bl00d, aching and. “Oh fuck it, I’ve said sorry now get your hands off ofme.” She again tried to prize his fingers off of herarm.But he wasn’t having any of it and he again launched ather with a barrage of Japanese while he held her armtightly. This was getting stupid so she swung aroundhouse at him but he was ready for it and he blockedher swinging arm and jabbed her hard under the ribs. Allher breath whooshed out of her and she folded like ajackknife.He grabbed her arms and pulled her. ”He confirmed the plant location and the make, model and plate number of my car. I took a deep breath and didn’t like the thought of sitting back while other people did the work.“Alright,” I said finally. “Send everything you have to Angela and I’ll call her next while you talk to Mel.”“Relax,” he advised me. “We deal with this sort of thing all the time. We’ll keep you both safe.”I informed him that there was someone else that was going to need protection and gave him Terri’s details. I hoped. While the D designated a dry world. The A was saying this was a world where a standard BaPhy carbon-based NiOx breather could live just fine. How perfect was indicated by the number. On Blisterbahl II, everything was garden so to speak. No outside surface, natural or not was free of some form of plant growth.Landing was easy, as it was automated by port control. To give you a little more travel education, because that is what you will do a lot in this particular field of work, Blisterbahl Port.