They begin to get out of their cars and walk toward us. I decide that since Jens isn't here I will intercept them. I walk toward them as Ivan says, "I...see man bad!" I fight back a giggle - out of the mouth of babes...He points and I notice the man from the black vehicle as he walks towards us. The man approaches me, flashes a badge and says, "Ma'am, I'm Special Agent Hotchner of the FBI. We had a report of multiple sounds of gunfire here today and we would like to know what happened."They could. Laura was taken aback at the obvious depth of feeling from the other girls about Jamie. She still didn't feel threatened in any way and, in a strange kind of sense, she understood their need. She was acutely aware of how she relied on Jamie for her security, how she was felt his maleness was somehow an anchor in the turbulence of everything she had been through. It wasn't a surprise to her that the other girls would be feeling something similar. There was something else that she was curious. They had interviewed four men before John. They were physical specimens of manliness but Mack and Mary were careful to also screen for attitude and character. After all this wasn’t about finding an acceptable man and making it work, this was about choosing among alternatives for best fit. They were prepared to interview ten men but only got to five when it all clicked with John. In the oddest of ways, it was character and attitude that won out over abs, biceps, and cock size. It was true that. No luck. I pulled back my face and smiled into his eyes. I saw the confusion - the fear that was there. He was gasping now. I was crushing his sack - twisting. I rolled him onto his back, wrapped myself around him and, to protect it, ground into his body with my cock. My sweaty, muscled chest was firmly against his, and, there was still my ever squeezing hand. Got you. Fucking got you!And then The Woman was standing over us, kneading her tits. She wanted, it seems, two things, to see more.