She couldn’t help herself. She pulled up her skirt and pushed a finger right up her dripping wet slit, making herself moan out loudly. The dirty blo...d opened her eyes at that sound, and then she instantly smiled. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts out to show off. She looked directly at Sandra as she used her fingers to tweek her own nipples. Proving what a slut she was. Sandra blushed as she met the girl’s eyes, then was encouraged by her enthusiasm… her fingers moved faster inside. However, as a kid, what I did was hang around with the cook and the loaders and mechanics where I could make myself feel useful. I felt that men were mostly for muscle and in a fight if necessary. Decision making was a female prerogative. Those old ramrod officer women always intimidated me and I didn't like being up in Officer Country. I probably wasn't cut out to be one anyway." Yeah," Mal replied "I felt the same way about officers and that's why I didn't become one either. But what you say. He had been watching the Huntsmen's foolish attempt to take him out. They should have brought a lot more personnel or at least used one sniper. The trouble was they were simply too old school, and it had cost those two their lives. Julian was the Hunter: a secret that was hidden from all but his mother a former huntsman.It was his mother who had trained him as best as she could preparing him for this moment. Julian developed modern weapons to hunt the werewolves and vampires: Powerful shotguns. Kate's sisters always seemed to have boys around and as we all walked hand in hand down the boardwalk, I sincerely doubt there was ever a prouder young teenager anywhere in the world than myself. One night I can recall distinctly. It was towards the end of the summer and I was staying with Kate and her family at the shore house for the weekend. Kate and I were in a spare room watching TV. We had shared a pizza and were tired from the food and summer heat. We had fun as we fed each other pizza.