To decode when I received another e-mail from my Mossad contact - and I about crapped my pants. He informed me that one of our communication devices h...d been "found" by the Sedankina bitches. They turned it over to their handler who was almost killed by the auto-destruct mechanism. It was too bad it wasn't the Sedankina monsters who were injured.The e-mail from the Sgts. finally showed up. At least it was somewhat good news - Sgt. Reynolds was sick and didn't deploy but since he couldn't find. .."Gina was too surprised by the girl's presence to respond at first.Her eyes darted towards the rest of the cemetery. She still puzzled over her prior visit. Why would she think this place would be pleasant and inviting? Or had she only imagined that?She looked back towards the girl and blinked. For a moment it seemed Victor sat there once more, beckoning in invitation. She stared hard at the girl, and the vision of Victor disappeared.The girl recoiled. "Hey, stop staring, you're weirding me. He hugged her back by instinct; he wanted to push her away, to protect her by keeping her as far from him as he could manage, but in that vulnerable moment he couldn’t do it. He bent down, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his arms around her waist tightly. It suddenly hit him: someone had tried to kill him. It was different, being in combat where you could die, compared to having someone try to murder you in cold blood. He started to shake, and loosened his arms, embarrassed at his. Marks finger abandoned Joans little opening to be replaced by several drops of lubricant. Markss finger returned and began to gently work the slick substance around her opening and into the outer ring of Joans rectum. The stimulation was very pleasing to her. She was eager for what would come. She felt pressure against her tight little opening and as the first small anal bead pop inside her. Mark slowly rotated the string of 8 graduated beads around and she felt the single smallest bead.