Feel how hard my cock is? That is the effect you've had on me. Do you want it in you? Then tell me. Tell me you want my cock inside of you, inside you... sopping, tight pussy. Tell me you want me to fuck you slow. Tell me you can't wait anymore and you want -- need -- to come on my dick. Tell me. I want you on top of me. Please, look me in the eye as you straddle me and take my cock in your hand. I want to watch the look on your face as you rub the head of my dick up and down your slit. And once. . ?" Responsible? Considering they were armed with fully automatic shotguns and fourteen of the bodies were killed by such means I'd say so. I'd also say that your father died bravely. I know it won't make you feel better but it may give you something to hang on to later on. You see your father was the only one armed with a rifle and he took out all three of the intruders, the last one just before they — just before he died."Meredith suddenly jumped forward and faced detective Parker. Her tears. In an exercise of delegating authority I had put Q-ball, 49Ôs vice-warlord, overseeing our five-car revolving tail of 49 members in a variety of older regular cars, like teenagers drive.Q-Ball was a math wiz, he was doing simultaneous equations in 5th grade so he got beat up regularly until he joined 49. Under our protection his life was good and he soaked up knowledge like a sponge; teachers sent him to the library because he was so ahead of everybody else. He was self-taught in advanced. She would have to climb out of the suit before she could exit the shuttle and they would bring a lift to recover the suit later.She was still wearing her civilian pressure suit under the exoskeleton and the two men both exchanged glances and smiles. They told her to leave the light pressure suit on unless she wanted traipse through the ship in her undergarments.Outside the shuttle was a squad of Union Marines, all armed and armored, waiting for her. At the bottom of the stairs was a Naval.