It had curled a talon from its big toe up and under the collar some odd days back. Using the fine sharpness of this lengthy protrusion it filed down t...e leather neck strap until either the nail gave way or the vile creature cramped from its position. With its four muscled arms secured with manacles to the floor, only the legs were free to move about. The Ith never gave up, and when the nail re-grew or the cramps subsided, the Ith returned to its labor.Upon the creature's capture, the priests. How long he didn't know. Susan hadn't seemed to notice and it might mess up the smooth flow of their movement if he tried to adjust. All Mark could think of was her head on his shoulder, her breasts in his chest, her belly tight against his, her thighs weaving in and out of his, her pelvis molding to his, rubbing his stiff member as they swayed, and how lightly and smoothly she followed his every move. Although his conscious thoughts were on the feel of the body in his arms, Mark felt the real. .." David began. He was sitting on the end of the bed taking off his shoes."O.K." I said quietly.I stopped unbuttoning my blouse and waited, not sure what was coming. Phyllis and Mark had dropped us off in our driveway and our suitcases still lay in the corner where we had dropped them. The weekend had been exciting, but of course a bit scary. Pairing off to sleep with our friends' spouses was quite a different matter than secret indiscretions that could be selectively ignored or hidden. That. The flat tire, now there’s a life-changer.The letter: Greetings from the President. Erk!The phone: John. It’s George. You know how I’m always to work early? Yeah. Well, it’s boarded up. Nobody there.The can: Help! I can’t get up!The tire: You’re late. Again. I’ve hired a new guy.“Fleeing the United States? What for?”“Mom killed the president and blew up the Oval Office.”“Why did you have to flee? You’re just kids.”“President Foley,” I said. As if that explained it. It did.“Bill is in now,” said.