“Or are we going to do it the other way around.”“We’re not going to kill her,” Hera confesses.“And exactly why not?” he growls.The blond... can’t help but smile. It disappears by the time she turns around to face him again. “Controlling her and secretly running things is going to be much easier than trying to take over fully.”“And what happens when the day comes and she wakes up to your manipulations and wrests that control back?” he asks, stone faced.“It won’t come to that,” Hera answers. He took the contents of the M1936 Musette bag and removed it then he put the bag aside. Then he laid the grenades and the 8 round enbloc ammunition clips for his m1 Garand neatly on his Army Cot and he decided that the grenades should be left behind so he could carry more ammunition for his Service Rifle.So he turned in the grenades to the supply sergeant and obtained more rifle ammunition. Once that was done he decided to carry all of this ammunition the various pockets of his sanitized. ’ After that, if I was going to be visible when I went somewhere, I always made sure I imagined myself in the proper attire.”“I figured we were done testing, but Deb had another thought. She wanted to know how far back I could go. So I imagined her as a small child, and went back invisible. I must have picked up on one of her happy memories, because she was playing in the back yard with a puppy. Then I tried to see her as a baby but I couldn’t. I could get back to when she was a toddler, but. "Brad," said the boy who had moved over and whose hairy leg now touched her smooth one. He held her hand and smiled, feeling a pleasant jolt of adrenaline and testosterone as her admired her nearly bare and bulging chest and trim body with the soft mound of her pudenda barely covered by her bright swimsuit, almost invisible when she sat. From where he lay, he could admire the full thrust of her pneumatic left breast which was barely covered at its jutting apex. It looked like the business end.