” she breathlessly panted in time with the thrusts of her a****listic lover. It was him she realised as his spunk emptied inside her it meant, The t...ought was never finished as she cried out with her own release before passing out in bliss. She never felt the four soft hands gently undoing the restraints or the strong pair of arms laying her naked in her bed. “Thank you for your help ladies she was an exceptional candidate,” said the naked man panting heavily “will you pass my thanks to Miss. We were attacked on the way out of town, because we had spent too much time trying to save all of those others who would not listen. They all died when the settlement was burned. I really miss mom, as do Caroline and Lawrence. Neither she nor daddy bear any moral responsibility for that arrow that took her life. But, just like the settlers at Zeboim, she had been warned by the Brothers, daddy’s “guardian angels,” but chose to ignore reason.Sometimes I just get so mad. Harriet, our mother,. ”I sniffed and wiped a tear from my eye, giving him a hopeful look. Would you? I mean if you wouldn’t mind, that would be so great. I don’t want to be a bother, but you look like a guy who might be handy with a tool.”Jack gave me a nod of assurance. “No problem. And I got the perfect tool for stubborn back-doors right here.” He padded the front pocket of his jeans with his hand.I glanced down and saw an impressive bulge. “Oh...Wow,” I remarked. “That sure looks like a really big tool. . “I don’t know much, really,” she said, “but there’s something inside me ... and not just information, I think. Haul made it clear I had a tracker in me somewhere, possibly more than a tracker. I’ve had it for years, he said.”Bridgewater nodded and Finch wondered if the man knew more about his mother than he’d let on.“Victor wants billions dead, Haul said, but Haul wanted to turn the tables and instead kill Victor and some ‘thousands’ who had made some wrong choice.”“The Carthage Event,”.