Was riding by and heard your cows," said Bennet. "I'm lookin' fer a job."A woman appeared beside the man in the flickering light of what looked like a...fire. The two spoke softly for a few seconds."Can't offer you a job," said the man, "but you're welcome to a bowl of stew."Bennet moved his horse forward, taking his hand off his pistol."I appreciate that," he said. "My belly's plumb empty."There was tension in the house when Bennet walked in. He had to duck, because the ceiling beams were low. “Boris...” Xenia shut him up. It sounded as though she didn’t like him either. And he didn’t like Xenia. Neither of them expected to be liked. “We’re in a military facility,” she told Grace, “and we have some questions to ask you, and now we know you don’t necessarily tell the truth.”Xenia looked at the two soldiers. “Dismissed,” she said tersely, and they turned and left. Grace’s world went black as someone had put a bag over her head from behind! Boris! She froze in terror. He pulled a cord. She was late home again… Why hadn’t Pete picked her up in the car? Something was up. Had she found a boyfriend? Dave prayed to God that she hadn’t. His attention went back to the girls on his computer screen. A blonde bombshell was screaming like a banshee, while a head of brown wavy hair sucked hungrily from her pussy. Dave leaned back against his chair, resisting the urge to grab his throbbing member. He imagined the girl was Claire, licking her best friend’s clit. He enjoyed thinking that. Besides, she explained things pretty well about her situation. Go for it, honey.”Damien really cracked up at that, and he grabbed Charlene to pull her toward the passenger side of his Ford Ranger to make out with her next to the door.“As you can see, I’m on board with it,” Tara assured him.“Me, too!” Lauren concurred.Then there was a final text, this one from Trish, “Hey, stud, just want you to know that we’re all cool with the Charlene deal. Have at her! She’s a total sweetie.”“Wait, where is.