Some of the information contained in this story may appear to be accurate, but any resemblance to reality is pure chance. To the best of my knowledge,...the information herein is pure fiction.It looked as if I had solved my need for a trained security force. My presentation to the Multiverse Law Enforcement Agency personnel who had a problem with sugar addiction had been well received. I expected that most of them would accept my offer and would appear at the meeting that would be held in two. The only thing reportedly standing afterwards was a children’s carousel. That remained because the anchor post was buried deep enough to keep it from washing away. Several people had survived the storm by hanging onto the carousel.The hurricane split Isle Derniere into four separate islands. In the ensuing years, waves and storms had washed away two of the islands. The only visible evidence of those islands is two sand bars that only appear during extremely low tides.Large parts of the other. She nodded, wiping away a tear. “I know. I’m doing this for him, too. For everyone.”Lara and I squeezed her hands. After a time, the wave passed.“I’m guessing Frej is going to tell our parents, if he hasn’t already,” I said.“He hasn’t,” Heather replied. “I asked him not to say anything until I had a chance to come up here ... And even there, he and my parents don’t know all of the details. They just know I’m going to live with Birgitte.”They don’t know that everything else is changing too.... "Are we done with all of these tedious games?" Sam asked. "We have far more important things to worry about than three whores." Yes, we're done," Alison sweetly smiled."Good. I maybe able to disrupt the shield. I'll need some time to get ready."Sunday, July 20th, 2014 – Marybeth Sargant – Caissa County, ID"Lick my pussy, Daddy," Gabriella moaned as she straddled nothing.Well, the Ghost was under her, but you couldn't tell that. She ground her face on nothing while her sister Remelda worked her.