"Bob?" Yes?" I don't think one date is going to be enough for me to figure this all out."He was grinning like a madman as he pulled up to her house.In...Sacramento, at the North substation, there was a desk in a corner that was used by detectives whenever they were up that direction on a case. Zack liked to hang out there both because the personnel were friendly, and because he could get more done there than at the main station, where everything was crazy all the time. He had mentioned this to. This debateraged for the better part of the afternoon.She checked the clock. There were still two hours before Phoebe's buswas due to arrive at the stop downtown. It hardly seemed possible toendure the next one-hundred-twenty minutes as fully conscious of eachpassing second as she was experiencing them now; if only she could beplaced in suspended animation until it was time to go and meet Phoebe.Marcia plopped down on the edge of the bed, still staring at the womanin the mirror, not daring to. They were completely around Clarmont and reenforced with Nees regulars. It took several days to map the positions and finally I slipped through and began finding artillery and tanks.The huge airbase to one side was constantly busy with military flights and took a day to map in detail. The city was full of Rus soldiers and almost empty of civilians but had two large hospitals. It was night when I went over the wall and into the palace. Mostly the guards were lazy so it was easy to get. One she was riding a black guy. Another was a face of huge orgasm or pain. One was her taking a selfie while getting fucked from behind. In one, she was cross eyed! They stopped. I got all excited knowing it would be a full night of cleaning. It would be another couple hours before I heard from her again. Now I began receiving texts saying "ours now", "black owned", "being bred, don't wait up". I thought it was amusing, hopefully they weren't stealing her money and credit cards. Then.