"Senior," I heard. I turned around to see the man in the leather apron at my side, between Val and me. His hand was extended and I took it in mine. Th... hand was rough and his grip was strong but not overpowering. "I'm Garth, the blacksmith," he said."Burt Hendrix," I responded. "And this one next to me with the temper is my son, Val," I continued, motioning to him with a head nod."A temper is not out of line when there is a lack of respect that is due," he said, shaking Val's hand. "We had to. .. opening that drawer and attempting to draw that pistol will give you a rather neat hole in your forehead." E'veen drew her silenced High Standard 22 Short Only and shot the Sergeant in the muscular bicep of his right arm. He dropped the .45 in the drawer."Fuck, lady." Smarts, doesn't it. You have a three choices. I can finish you off ... I can turn my information over to my superiors ... or you can accompany me to the armory and fill my shopping list."She passed him a rather comprehensive. Then Mark readjusted his arms under her splayed legs and reached his hands to the back of her ass and pulled her farther up his chest. The dripping opening of her pussy landed right on his outstretched tongue. He immediately began lapping and slurping all of her pussy nectar he could reach. He even tasted some of the remnants of the seed he had spurted up into her womb earlier that night. He didn't care. It was something they had shared and that made it just fine. Susan leaned. The only difference consists in the opposite character of the equality advocated by these two men; one is the equality that elevates, the other is the equality that degrades; one brings a king within reach of the guillotine, the other elevates the people to a level with the throne. Observe," said Villefort, smiling, "I do not mean to deny that both these men were revolutionary scoundrels, and that the 9th Thermidor and the 4th of April, in the year 1814, were lucky days for France, worthy of.