Did I really hit him...?" You whisper as you can see your own breath each time you exhale. As you look upon the corpse, you see something sticking out...of it's pocket. As you look harder, you see that it's the handle of a pistol.You think for a minute. You know that if this... 'thing' is here like this, then there are probably more nearby. You need protection. You know that fighting them with your bear hands is practically suicide.Crouching, you reach down for the gun and pull it out of it's. Tom had been studying her legs, growing steadily more excited at glimpses of her scantily covered crotch and the feathery tufts of cunt hair that peeped from the elastic legbands. He was surer than ever that this was the day he would get into those panties for some choice fucking.The moment he knew that Cassandra's parents had invited his parents to ride with them to Harp Lake, Tom began to scheme. Since he always drove his own car on the trip, it was natural for him to offer to drive his folks. "It's what I like." You've got a good body. You should show it off more. Next payday you and me are going to go and get something that'll have all the boys drooling on the floor." Terrific," said Paul unable to disguise his lack of enthusiasm.It was still fairly early when they arrived at the club, and the queue wasn't very long. Soon they were inside.The music was being pumped out at a loud level, and the dance floor was heaving with people. Paul felt even more out of place than normal.. "Your boudoir. Surprisingly comfortable, though bland. There are no restrictions on entertaining visitors, beyond those of operational security, of course."He perched himself on the arm of a chair in the sitting area and crossed his arms over his chest. "We have reached the 'Welcome Speech' section of our tour." he said with a grin. "This is the Agency Training and Personnel Processing Center, called the Citadel by everyone except, I am sure, the Director. Here we do new agent induction,.