Lorelie never lifted her eyes from Sloan's hands. She focused completely on bringing pleasure to him through his beautiful hands. He must be an artist... she surmised, by the slight stain of vermillion still visible under his thumbnail. Her moist pink tongue licked at his thumb, covering his fingertip with her saliva. Slowly she licked between each finger before drawing one into her mouth and sucking provocatively. His free hand increased the stroking down her neck."You see, Sloan, your time is. Two of the men carried high powered, Barrett fifty caliber rifles. The anti-material weapon could accurately hurl a massive slug at targets up to a mile away. They were devastatingly effective on vehicles and people.If things got really ugly, Max would make use of one of the group's rocket propelled grenade (RPG) launchers. Unlike the Desert Eagle, the RPG was not one of Max's over the top accessories. Neither Max the Enforcer nor the man playing the part liked having the Russian-made RPG. It was almost as if they knew the plan. He was sureCurt spilled the beans, but he didn't want to believe it. Two of hiscompatriots were in the infirmary but he got at least one of the guardsand he was pretty sure he killed him. When the guards came to take himto the hole, he thought, "No big deal," he'd been in solitary before andhe wasn't gonna crack like Curt. He thought they'd made a mistake asthey were taking him up instead of down. After going through a fewcheckpoints they made him get. Paul and Jim went to bed, Wally went out for something to eat again, and so Bella and I shared a drink and chatted. Bella’s mood and her demeanour was different, but I was not sure as to its cause. She had changed into track pants and tee shirt, and sat down on the couch next to me. She downed her drink in one large gulp and refilled it and took another gulp.“Are you OK? How was home?” I asked. My concern was that as our work drew towards a conclusion, I needed to ensure that all were on.