Your panties soon follow, and you are nude in front of me. I gaze up and down your body, enchanted by your charms. Your nipples are large, hard and pi...k. You softly tell me its my turn. I finish unbuttoning my shirt, take it off and toss it with your clothes. I smirk at the symbolism of that. I take off my pants and socks, and I am left in my boxers. As I reach for the waistband, you grab my hand. That's for me, you say, and I can tell you are looking at the tent formed by my erection. I hang. Plan the timing so most of the chemists would be there.”The Blackhawks would be in range too so you will be able to saturate the area with the mini guns. I want the chemists mixing the junk dead and all involved in the manufacturing dead to send a message.”‘‘I will call our supplier to get some 500 pound napalm incendiaries to make sure it all burns. I want it to be the message of what is to come if they don’t get out of the drug business,’’ I said.The conversation was the same for the Pact. The time for beaches, volleyball and cocktails finally stepped aside in favour of books, pullovers, hot chocolate and long evenings on the couch. Friends would come over, stay deep into the night and watch movies, talk and fall asleep on the couch instead of barely making it home after yet another night of drinking and dancing.Soon, at least, for now everyone lamented the department of summer and the advent of autumn, locked inside grieving while Betty could not have been happier. Sure, she too. And Sophia... Oh. That night, my last night at the JDC, that was the only time with Sophia..."I was at a total loss for words."When it became clear they were pregnant Mary spun me a story about them both being drugged and raped by a gang of young offenders—old inmates of the JDC bent on mischief. Sophia remembered only one. She could not describe his face and her description of the physical attributes she could remember were, to anyone who hadn't seen you in action, Sebastian, fantastical..