“...me,” he ended his incomplete phrase.“And what?” One asked adamantly, signaling Three to give Mark another firm yank on each of his buttock....“Fuck!” came as the first time the palm connected with the cheek and, “Me!” with the second. “And fill me up with your seed. Inseminate my bowels!” he finally uttered.“Atta boy,” One commented, grinning.He took Mark's wrist into his iron grip and yanked him around violently so Mark landed on his posterior.“Your ass is mine,” One snuffled and made Mark. Her spectacles steamed up, and her ginger freckles prickled with rising, indignant fury. ‘Get out,’ she said, then raised her voice. ‘Get out!’ ‘Sshhh!’ hissed a voice from the other side of the bookcase. ‘I shouldn’t have come to talk to you while you’re at work. I’m sorry.’ Chris backed away, then made his way through the library. Emma watched him go, confused, insulted, hurt. She was single. Yet again. She went back to putting the books back on the shelf. Family planning books, of all. Two stories, three bedrooms, and a living area that would relax the most stressed 1920s General Electric executive, the cabin served to bring the original owner’s family together each summer. The property had a private beach with black and gray, small-grained sand, seen more along the upper part of the Hudson River than on spring-fed lakes. Back in the halcyon days of the 1920s and 1930s, the beach would see children and young adults sitting on the sand after plunging into the cool, almost. The order I give them to you now is not necessarily the order that they will be performed so listen very carefully:" 1) "I want you to go to the costume shop and pick up that Catwoman costume you wanted me to buy and make sure that it fits you, for you will have to wear it to do another duty. Your reward for the next task after wearing the Catwoman suit will be the bracelet."2) "When you clean my house I don't want you to be wearing the maid uniform, you will just get it dirty, tomorrow after.