Blenheim’s house. It’s a compact semi automatic pistol and I would have felt braver with it in my shaky hand.Ammo for the Ruger and my Smith & Wes...on .38.Plus my Mossberg 500 pump action shotgun. Just a 20 gauge with a 26 inch barrel. It wouldn’t stop a rhino should one fit in the elevator, but it should serve my purposes. Kevlar, which I’ve never worn on the job. If I need armor, I’ll call Daddy instead. Or Bear. Or both.Some very good medical marijuana from Colorado. My drug dealer is my. Cassie didn't think it could be anywhere else.But what about that bit about energies and feeding? Was she referring to the Darkness? Was she "feeding" it somehow?Cassie shuddered violently. It was too frightening a concept to conceive. Unfortunately, it made her previous dreams make more sense now. She would have to tell Jason.As she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a large towel about herself, she realized there was one good thing. She had not recalled any dream involving Jason. No. Once we were sure we had shown our senior girlfriends how much we loved them, we left them cradled in each other’s arms and moved to the other bedroom. There, I tried to show the two of them that I loved them just as much as I loved Rachel and Livy. When I could no longer rise to penetrate, my tongue continued to lap at their juices, my fingers continued to invade their tight little pussies. And when I was finally exhausted to the point of passing out, the two girls had one more round with each. “So, tell me, how is it that you know my cousin?” Susan had practiced such gambits many times before. If she hadn’t, she could so easily stumble and then fall very badly. And then where would be her reputation? And it was her reputation rather than her birth-right or even her sexual stamina that kept her in jewels, pearls and designer clothes. It was her reputation for elegance and the promise she could deliver when required in a manner that wouldn’t shame prospective clients that paid for her.