"Oh hey, Greg. I didn't hear you come in. Got anything planned for today?" Stacey asked as she entered the kitchen."Nah. Just dropped in for some brea...fast. Probably head over to the basketball courts this afternoon to shoot some hoops," replied Greg with a grin."Alright. I'll see you later. Have fun." Stacey waved goodbye as she ran out the door.It was the first week of summer vacation. Stacey and Greg had just finished grade 11 and were looking forward to a relaxing summer before starting. Sawyer and his associate criminal defense attorney, Mr. Keller. I think you have a very dedicated friend in Mr. Sawyer, and I think you have what I believe is termed a bulldog in the form of Mr. Keller. The small silver lining in all of this is, we’ve been able to give you immunity to every poison that we have identified. So, this type of attack is less likely to work ever again.”It was like having déjà vu. Once again, I was dead, and the Guardians rescued me. My body lay in a hospital bed.. The only cures were time and distraction.Despite his will to leave the El Kabir he found the smallest reason to stay. Something unidentifiable kept him sitting and drinking.Rashida charged through the doorway, her hair tangled by the breeze and her face full of excuses. Khozem watched from the table as she argued with the cook. Khozem could not discern what was said. After the cook found defeat, Rashida disappeared to the back room, and Khozem reviewed his strategy.He admitted this was a. He dragged his gaze from the back of her wet-haired head and raked it down the short length of her compact body to the rising hump of her ass. Despite the thick cotton of the towel the outline of the twin cheeks was clearly defined. It's so round and little, and it's all mine!Mine!He raised his hand and felt her body tense as she prepared for him to begin. But he hesitated a moment and placed his right hand on the small of her back, felt the firmness of her spin, then slowly, ever so slowly,.