I heard Lenore follow Ashley and me. The front door closed, and I stared at my older brother.Mike clearly had been living on the edge for a while. His...hair was greasy and had several gray locks. He had it pulled back into a ponytail to try to hide the length. His formerly heavily muscled frame looked shrunken, and the old t-shirt he wore hung like a dress on his frame. I noticed a teardrop tattoo under his left eye.Lenore hissed as she put a hand on my free shoulder. "What?" I asked."The tattoo. " I'm glad to hear that Julie. I'm glad that you want to be my slut and I am happy that I can make you feel wanted and appreciated because you are. I want you and I appreciate you." Oh, Mark..." she said, putting her arms around my neck and pulling me into a grateful kiss."Now then," I said when our lips parted again, "why don't you finish getting out of that pretty dress–I have one more hole to claim and we don't want to mess up such a nice dress, do we?"She slipped her dress down and as she. Even Gitmo was Ass-hole deep in lawyers now that our liberally insane administration had decided that terrorist had more rights and special privileges than honest hard working Americans.I assumed that there were some other facilities in Central America that the agency could use, deep in the jungle. The agency had been heavily involved in covert operations there since Ronnie was President. In the fast changing world of terrorism old enemies become new friends when the threat comes close to your. She had been meaning to ask where that expression that Abbi and her young friends had been bantering about so much lately came from. But now, with an adult about to open the door in front of them, was not the time. So she just smirked. “Yeah, I hear she does gives great treats.”Chelsea’s inward thoughts were fully brought up short when the door cracked open before them. Now looming in a single shaft of light that beamed faintly from inside the house, peering down into their held-out goodie.