He moved in behind me and kicked my legs farther apart and while holding my hands tightly behind my back I could feel something pushing against my kit...y spreading the slick wet lips apart. As he slid the massive head of his large rigid cock into my little kitty he asked me if I wanted this, all I could do was moan my approval, so he plunged his stiff member deep into my belly. In and out he plunged the whole length of this muscular python, pushing my body into the table making me grunt with. Plus, it was rated to survive a 1-megaton airburst! Damn!!! I then searched for and found a contractor, who could restore a lot of what was taken out of the silo. Oh, I don't mean the missile! I mean the generators, air filtration systems, water storage, etc.The huge blast doors remained. I could open and close any of them as I wished. I wanted the contractor to make it very comfortable inside, as well as converting several rooms into my storage vaults. It would take six to eight months for the. You could be killed if your brain were destroyed, but that is the only thing that could permanently harm you.OK, that was a very good sales pitch, but I need to know the other side of the coin. What do you want the rebuilt Hamilton Specter to do for you?We want you to become an agent for us. You would become a kind of cosmic "James Bond." No, you would not be "Agent 007," since you would be 253 in the series. A giggle went with this statement. You would not be just a spy, but an instigator of. But Meredith was supposed to have wound up just like Mel, Tara, Jen and Susan. She wasn't supposed to be on the inside looking out. She was supposed to be standing beside the others on the outside looking in.The worst thing was that Susan was certain that Brock would wind up getting hurt. If Brock thought Susan had problems with consequences, she was sure that Meredith was worse. She resolved herself to remain friends when she came north to Los Angeles. In some ways, she had started to regret.