The muddy banks couldn’t hold his weight, and before he could cry out, the river sucked him away. The search parties never found his body, but they ...id retrieve his worn work shirt, shredded, and bloody lying on some river rocks, twenty miles out of town. She still missed him, two years later, and some days she wondered if the pain would ever go away. The train whistle blared, and shook her from her remembering. The huge engine chugged toward the station, belching thick clouds of black smoke. Stepping over the unconscious man's body he thumbed the radio, "Betrayal retrieval of the pos is imperative at all costs you must remain unseen. Failure in this mission will be punishable by death. Good hunting and good death!" Thumbing the radio off he watched the ship then it wasn't visible any more. At least that was still working they had lost far too much knowledge over the last few centuries. Onboard the Betrayal, the crew started the jump that would take them to the pod. Already they had. "Stand up!" the Monk ordered. The six friends stood up and the Monk examined each one of them with a glare that made them all feel uneasy. "Now,follow me boys and girls," the monk said before shuffling off down the corridor.Paul noticed the MOnk was wearing sandals and wondered was he not cold in this weather.The friends remained quiet as they followed the Monk down a winding staircase and along another corridor before finally reaching a room.The Monk opened the door and ushered the friends. None of my existingclothes now fitted and it was an expense that Patrick agreed to bear tohave them all altered or to have new clothes bought so that I could bepresentable and fashionable.I did notice that I could conceal my breasts wearing large warm coats inthe cold weather but working in the office, people couldn't stop staringat my new breasts particularly when I often wore the clothing he'dchosen that revealed my now generous cleavage.The extra weight of the implants has definitely put an.