The large desk dominated one side and a small stage with dance pole sat in the corner. Mister Gamboni went to the wall and and fiddled with a dial, tu...ning down the speakers piping in the live feed from the club area.“Paul told me all about you princess – he told me you were the hottest little fucking slut I would ever meet and he said he would bring you to the club tonight, but when I watched them walk you across the room and I thought there was no fucking way you were a guy, I mean every guy. She nudged Wolfie as she rose from the bed. Wolfie didn’t stir, but his breathing was heavy.“Wolf? Wolfie?” she said again, moving him harder. There was no response. Damn, she hoped he wasn’t one of those heavy sleepers who needed a dynamite blast to wake. She repeated his name and shook him again.“Shit. What am I gonna do? Wolfie, we can’t stay here! My grandma will come home!” she said, almost shouting the words.“Wolfie? Come on, wake up!”The only thing she managed to do was to make him roll. Thus, the army was not able to bring cannon or Gatling guns with them. There was another road the Army could use to support the outpost when it was attacked, but that road added nearly 4 miles to the route, and Black Wolf was sure that the Army leaders would not want to expend the additional time needed to cover that extra distance. Besides, they wouldn't think that the attack deserved more than a platoon of Dragoons to relieve the post. After all, Army doctrine said that the savages could not. As I looked inside I saw Helen’s knee socks that she was just wearing neatly placed on the folding table all by themselves. My heart just about exploded out of my chest. ‘What the hell was going on?’ I thought. She’s my s****r. Well technically she’s my step-s****r and not truly flesh and bl**d. ‘So this was not that bad right?’ I thought to myself. I think she wants me to find these. Has she noticed me looking at her feet? Did she know that I sometime used her socks to pleasure myself? More.