Silvia was my mate. We were hunting an evil human. Part of me was emotionless machine, totally logical if not exactly rational. Part of me was monkey ...oy and very emotional. Mostly I was HUNTER. Silvia and I were sniffing out that HoChaRa intruder—someone poaching on Vix turf. In the dream world I was seeing everything from the Vix viewpoint.Waking left me disoriented. My body was all wrong. I had experienced this disorientation before—I had shared dreams before. It would take me a while before. I was scared I didn't know what he was going to do. He reached for a jar of Vaseline next to my bed. He stuck his hand in and removed his fingers and coated them in the petroleum jelly. He bent me over the bed. Then he shoved his fingers inside me. He pushed really hard each time. He was finger fucking my little pussy really rough adding fingers as he stretched me more and more. The pain was unbearable as he broke my hymen and a small trickle of blood ran out onto the bed sheet. “Ooh, I just. The letter on letterhead of the office of the city’s deputy mayor was signed, ‘Brenda Coddingham, a proud and disgusted ex-pupil of Crucible Private School for Girls.’ What happened that Friday morning caught the attention of Auckland, with publicity spreading into parliamentary corridors in Wellington and overseas media published photographs and run film clips that created a tiny embarrassment for the New Zealand Government. Precisely at 8:00 six ex-pupils of Crucible with high public profiles. I am soooo curious as to how well you did," Julia mused. "Ifonly I could come out there and taste it for myself. I bet I wouldapprove. What kind of salad dressing did you use?" Uhh...B-Balsamic Vinaigrette." Really? I use French dressing myself," Julia replied. "Although Iwill be sure to look your Balsamic Vinaigrette up and try it myself.The next time you make a salad, I think you should try Frenchdressing. Will you give it a try the next time you make a salad foryourself, Tammy?".