“Well, you’re sexy. There’s no denying that. But your sleeping while I watch gives me the feeling -- maybe the illusion -- that you trust me.”...��Yeah. You’re resting your hand on my pussy to get the illusion that I trust you. The illusion would be closer to reality if you had it somewhere else.” Actually, she was wrong. If she didn’t object that he rested his hand on her shoulder, the implied trust would be much less.“After all,” he pointed out, “if I rested it on your belly, you’d have to work. Mostly Hounds , coon hounds . we loved to go coon hunting . Raccoons were every where we would spend the night almost every weekend hunting coons . Well not really we hunted pussy most of the time , well my buddys did , I just went along for the ride . And as a small kid I was able to score some pussy . The older guys were always getting some and they stayed horny most all the time . We would camp out and stay up all night sucking each others dick or if we crossed the hill we could get some. " She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her Diet Pepsi."Well, it's what all the others call themselves. The Challengers and Team Supreme and them are all costumed heroes. And you would be one, but your costume looks like it was homemade." Because it was homemade!" Samantha protested. "I'm not a billionaire who can just have her butler sew her a costume!" I'll check the web, see what I can find," Erin told her. "One of my net buddies has got to know something about hero costumes."Erin's eyes. An older woman was holding a boy and girl to her sides, and all three were screaming.A man was standing behind the hostages, laughing maniacally. Black mist was pouring from the man’s mouth and hovering in the air above the mother and her children.Singer raised his rifle, knowing it was a futile effort to save Jerome’s family. His stomach twisted as he acknowledged his failure even while his finger tightened on the trigger.A primal scream suddenly ripped through Singer’s mind, and every other.