Her Father cut her off by grabbing her by the hair and making her scream out in pain. He drug her by her hair to his bedroom, throwing her roughly on...o the bed. She flailed on the bed, swinging her arms wildly and screaming in his face, but it was no use. Her Dad was 64 and very solid, not someone that you would want to anger. He tore at her shirt and ripped all the buttons, throwing it aside to the floor. He managed to peel her tight jeans off after wrestling with her for some time, and her. I also had drank a boat load of coffee while waiting for my first volunteer applicant. It was just my luck that the first one was a woman. I had real reservations. Not about her sex, but about her mental health.‎It seemed that Lucinda Mercer was US Army combat veteran who had been declared disabled. She had a chunk of her leg blown away by an IED somewhere in Afghanistan. She was suffering from the same things as me only worse.‎‎”Ms Mercer I have read your record and it is very impressive,” I. She at least a cup size bigger then mine. I thought guys like girls with big tits?"She turned towards me expecting an answer."Yeah some do of course," I agreed, "but then again some don't." I think I would like mine just a little bigger," she said opening her top so she could see them better."Hey as I said before, I think there're perfect," I commented."Thanks brother," she said coming back and sitting next to me on my bed. "God you got me so hot with those handcuffs." Yeah," I could feel a. The stairs were thick with dirt and dust but only fungus grew on the walls. I covered my nose and mouth, "cover your face!"I pulled my pistol as I started down testing each step. At the next floor I pointed to a warrior following, "watch the stairs coming up."I turned and again we had to force our way through a door. I looked around and then turned, "okay listen up! Check for danger but also look at the structure! Check the beams and the ceiling as well as the floor!"I began teaming warriors up.