He had contacts—relatives—in this region who would provide cover for the expedition. Having Kurdish parents might finally prove an advantage.He tw...sted the cypher ring on his finger and contemplated the other angles of this case. His first task was the security of the United States. He would stop this terrorist threat once and for all. But beyond that, Keith had hooked him with the connection between the Guardians and the typesetters’ guild. How deep did that connection go?Fry’s initiation had. Max purred, “Yes sir. Shall I suck your cock?”“Absolutely,” Kuluc demanded.Max dropped to his knees and beheld the massive nine inch dick in front of him. He thought back to last night and how Kuluc has ravaged his hole. He was certain the entire village had heard his screams. It was for this reason that the Nubian strutted around the estate as the master. Max cared nothing for the whispers or slight disdain some might feel. He had selected the staff based on their openness and loyalty. He. He would never return. The totality of the loss she felt overwhelmed her as she stared down at her husband’s reposing face. She felt herself slide down, the cold of the coffin nothing compared to the frigid emptiness she felt at the loss of her husband.As her knees touched the ground, she felt the wail erupt from her chest. Tears came in a torrent. Tears she didn’t think she had left within her. Everything she was – everything she had ever been – seemed to break in that moment.One life – many. “Into the kitchen?” Ariel asked.“Through here leastwise,” Hulda said.Ariel stepped into the Kitchen which took up most of the rest of the bottom floor of the Roasted Pig. The cook hearth and bread oven took up the back wall. A man stood near the hearth stirring a pot. “Pa, this is Ariel like I told ya,” Hulda said.“Well met, Goodman,” Ariel said.“Aye, well met.” Goodman Brown put down his spoon and offered a calloused hand. Ariel shook. She felt awkward being introduced in her state of undress,.