I stood my ground and we embraced for what seemed quite a long time. Eventually we pulled back a little and I whispered, “Guess we won’t need the ...pare bed then.” “Guess not,” she whispered in her sultry voice. With that we kissed again. This time our hands began exploring each other’s bodies. I wrapped my arms around Meg, feeling her curvy body close against mine. It felt amazing just to hold her as we kissed. I felt her hands tracing the outline of my hardening cock through my jeans, rubbing. She felt hands on her top and it was ripped off by brute force.NOOOOO. Don’t …… Her pants were ripped apart.She felt Half-dollars hands on her ass. U gonna be gangbanged Gangsta stylePlease wear a condom. Please.Wats U talkin bout, U freekin crazy bitch.Wat U thinkal da ------- got AIDS.Her head was pulled up and three of the guys spit on her face.U don’t be dis da Man.Her face was pushed down even more on the hard black rod.She felt Half-dollars cock push into her.NOOOOOOOO. Don’t. A powerfull. " How will you do that?" I asked, genuinely curious. The Colonel wastellingme stuff now I'd never heard before."By letting a few mindbombs fall into the hands of genuine terrorists.We've already selected an anti-government militia group in Montana as alikely prospect and have infiltrated an operative into the group to actas an agent provocateur. He'll get them to set off one of the bombs whenthe time is right. We'll make sure they're quickly apprehended and willthen reveal they've been behind. These guys would have been right at home in New York.And they didn't pretend it was small potatoes -- their interest in Tess. Clearly, they were eager to build a campaign, based on the similarity of Tess' name to their corporate name. And however well some other young golfer performed, she wasn't likely to be named "Tess."She also wasn't likely to be as photogenic, dynamic and drop-dead hot as Tess was. Give them credit, they made no bones about it. They wanted her bad, and were willing to.