I went back to where Heather had started filming. She as dressed as a little girl in pink with pigtails and she looked amazed as her “Daddy” pic...ed her up impaling her on his cock which must have been 12 inches. He rammed her so hard she was having trouble staying “amazed” and she started to look a bit worried. She looked at me and I smiled at her while I directed a guy to lay down while I mounted his cock and once again started getting off at my friend’s discomfort. Ned had told me this. It hadn’t rained for a while, and the weather had been calm and below freezing for several days in a row. This was unusual because the open ocean was there next to us. Then came the light wind, which brought the first flakes of snow. That soft snow stayed on the frozen ground, making everything white and beautiful. While it had been pitch dark during the nights, now the scenery was glowing when the almost-full moon showed its face between the clouds. I enjoyed that part of the change but I also. It's probably a temporary telemetry glitch. But I'll notify command, just in case."Robinson walked over to the command desk and picked up a blue telephone. The red phone connected him to some very high level people in Washington, and this didn't warrant that level of attention. To tell the truth, Robinson didn't want that level of attention either. The blue phone jangled a corresponding unit at Area 62 HQ."Yes?" said the duty officer in HQ. "What is it, Robinson?" We just lost all telemetry on. I said I would see to getting the men there for Saturday, which was three days away. I ran into Rena. She said that Mary had refused to press any charges against Bob, and all he was being charged with was drunk and disorderly."He was still in jail for lack of $1000 personal recognizance bail. She just didn't have it. I contacted the three other men, Bing, Joey and George, demanding $200 from each. Under protest they said they would come up with it. Rena had to get a loan from her mother for her.