He was a swimmer and his best events were the butterfly and breast stroke; he held the state record in the butterfly. His athletic build, a broad ches... and long arms, 6’3” height and 195 pound weight, allowed him to propel himself through the water like a sprinter runs on land. He shared his sister’s red hair (there was some Irish blood in the family’s Scottish heritage) but Roger was the younger by just two minutes, a fact which she never let him forget.But their best sport was judo. Their dad. The only person who was going to see him die was a machine from the ancient days. Such a sad reckoning.“ ... can ... can the Immortal ... Mark 8 be revived?”“This Immortals unit is in cryo-suspension. Deactivating cryo-suspension requires Beta clearance. Emergency state Beta clearance granted. Do you wish to revive the Immortal Mark 8?”He gulped, loud enough for the sound to drown out his heart beat, but only for a second. Thud thud thud. He stared on at the tube ahead of him, did his best to. I rarely worked out overnight though, only when I had things to really get off my chest. Tonight was surely one to get some shit off my chest to say the least. As I breezed through the door I didn't even notice Paul at the counter. "Hey Bro long time no see." Oh what's up P. Didn't even notice you there." So it seems" he said."What’s good witcha though?" Shit bro just tryna make sure all is well with gym and back fill a position. Lisa just up and quit said she was leaving town, so tonight is. He started pulling his cock all the way out then pushing it back in faster and harder I screamed out to please stop for a minute he pulled his cock out and ordered me to go to the table and get in position I knew he was going to put the bandana in my mouth and tie me down again....and he did. He started with 3 fingers in my dripping wet pussy holding them in deep and spreading them apart I could feel my pussy stretching as he worked his hand inside me I came over and over my body was still.