I quickly replied in Russian, "No, I don't need a translator and I don't know why you are calling me the 'hero of Beslan'. I only did what was needed ...o be done. But please tell me, how are the hostages?"One of the reporters answered, "Sgt. Blaine, if we may call you that, do not be so humble. You are not even a member of the Russian military and yet you saved more hostages than any other person at Beslan. The hostages you saved are being treated for their injuries and mental problems and they. No… is she…is she wet? Is she actually getting aroused at this? He let his thought wander no more and sat up, completing the crank. Her head was pushed forward, and he almost let out a small gasp. Her face was now being crushed into his dick; he knew she could feel his hardness. He felt so embarrassed, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with knockout had made him hard and now with her face squished into his cock, he want to do more to her, but he mind was relieved of. "Amy, I brought a box of cornflakes. It's in my tent. We could mix up some powdered milk, cut up bananas and any other fruit they have here, and serve them a breakfast they've never eaten before. What do you think?"The idea that they had never eaten cornflakes before seemed to heighten the contrast between this little family and them. "Well," added Allison, "Nathan and Kathy have, but I doubt if they can remember what that was like. Maybe it will help them to recall what life used to be like.". "Kinny blushed.********Joi logged on to the console in the living room. She spent theafternoon shooting zombies. Drake stood, clinging to her leg. Watchingthe game.Kinny took a shower in the master bath downstairs. While he was dryinghis hair, he noticed that the medicine cabinet was open. Three newbottles of prescription drugs. Kinny's glasses labeled them andclassified them. Anti-virals. Two types of antibiotics. A week's worthof each drug."Oh, Joi. What are you not telling me?" Kinny shut.