‘Amanda!’ the voice shouted again, barely audible beneath the booming pipes of the bouncer, holding court near the front entrance, taunting the cr...wd with a strip of tickets, drink tickets. ‘Who’s thirsty?’ laughed the bouncer, enjoying the power of his position. The sheep flocked forward, pushing, shoving, hollering, jockeying for position with wiggling fingers and stealthy placed elbows. Amanda looked around, standing on her tiptoes, body feeling compressed as the mass of humanity pushed her. At first she seemed unaffected, shadows hiding her eyes, but as he kept going, stumbling through what I’d told him, she turned her head to stare at the Architect, as if searching for confirmation. The creature said nothing; what could he say? He knows I can contradict him, that I know more about her lover’s final moments than he does.When Aedan finished, she continued staring quietly at the Architect for a long moment, head tilted slightly. He turned to her, appearing to be murmuring something. Kylie’s face contorted as she was stretched wider and wider. She bit her lip as she fought not to let out a sound. Samantha had loosened her up by using her strapon on her, but Jax was just still so much bigger, and unlike last time, Kylie wasn’t drunk. “Fuck!” she said as she fought to not yell ‘stop’. The lube helped, and Jax slid in with only a little effort.Kylie let out a gasp as she felt the entire head slip in, and then the shaft was following. Not wanting to miss this Samantha stood up. She packed me up and got me out of town in an hour. She knew the what and where all along, but I knew less than nothing. If I knew nothing, I could let nothing slip in my desire to stay in touch with my friends. Of course since I had no real friends, it was not a problem. I was safe since it would be hard for the CIA to find me, let alone the Green family's business associates. So that's why I lay in a cheap motel bed, next to the SBI agent Mission that Wednesday Morning at 7AM. I finally gave.