After I had swung free she grabbed my cock and started to move her hand up and down as fast as she could in the position we were still in. The feeling...of her thin fingers firmly gripping my solid erection added to my excitement by a factor thousand as my put my hands on her hips, sliding her pj bottoms and underwear down with one single fluid motion. I started running my fingers along her clit, occasionally dipping all the way down to her simply soaking wet vagina, pressing the tip of my index. She only considered it for women whowere terrified for their lives, could not return home, and had nowhereelse to turn, those who couldn't wait out the storm from the safety ofher farmhouse or pick up their lives elsewhere. She'd gone through withit less than half a dozen times in nearly a century. This miracle, asLeonard called it, would be final, with no hope of him ever reclaiminghis old life.Perhaps it was pity that made her decide. Here was a man who'd done hisbest for years, asking no. Nobody could do anything today without credit cards. I had replaced the thin flat high carbon steel throwing knives I habitually carried. One in my boot and the other on the heavy braided leather cord across my throat, the knife hanging down my back. Now they were some non metallic ceramic substitutes I’d had Molly whip up for me, knives that didn’t set off every metal detector I went through. Oh, I know they make non metallic guns too, but they are still heavy and bulky and really not. ’ Henry had no words to refute my own, for he knew them to be true. He is also a master of redirection, and so Henry put his talent to use. ‘I’m sorry to hear that your friendship with Basil was compromised. I would never do that intentionally. It’s been so long since the three of us spent an evening together, I can’t remember the last time I spoke with Basil.’ ‘This is awkward for me, Henry. The last time we were together was the evening I implored the two of you to come see that wretched.