“Is he in?”“Yes, go on in, Michael,” she said.I walked in, holding my head and he was on the phone. “Let me call you right back, Richard. I ...eed to take care of something. Michael, are you all right?”“Yes, sir,” I said starting to tear up again.“What is it? What can I do?” he asked with more sensitivity than I had expected.I grabbed a tissue from his desk and began, “I decided on the first show that Jackson Heights and Lincoln High will be doing together.”Clara was in the doorway.“With my and. Eventually she'd sold it to some little known magazine for them to publish in serial form.At first I was a little disappointed. But then just after the third instalment had been published, Stella had come back again to inform me that she'd sold an option on my second novel to a completely different publisher, on the strength of the synopsis and the drafts of the first two chapters that I'd sent her. They were also keen on buying options on my next two novels should the first prove successful.. “Stay still,” His Master growled, and Jack felt a rough finger enter his ass. He mewled and drew his knees higher to his chest, exposing himself even further for his Master’s wishes. It wasn’t long before Master L had three fingers in him, stretching and scissoring his tight, youthful ass, and Jack was making soft whimpering noises, biting deeply into his lower lip to keep from yelping in pleasure when his Master hit that particular spot. When Master L had enough, he hooked an elbow around. ”“So, they must have built bases?” Mizi asked.“I don’t see how,” he replied. “If they had started moving supplies or constructing FOBs before the storm, our satellites would have picked them up, and they haven’t had time to build any fortifications since.”“Underground bases, maybe?” she suggested.“Maybe, but that would take a hell of a lot of resources.”“We have only one way to be sure,” Lozka said pointedly, Ben nodding in agreement.“Mizi, transmitting new heading to you now.”“I’m not even.