"After what happened today, I'm expecting some kids around the country to expand on the idea, maybe add to it." 'Surviving' website?" Jason asked."Oh,...I guess we didn't mention that, sorry," Curt apologized. "It's called 'SurvivingNiS.com'. We're putting up every suggestion and idea that we can think of." Perfect," Jason enthused. "Let's make sure to get that into all of the ads going out.The discussion went on for quite a while longer. When they broke up, Gwen pulled Molly aside. "Did Curt. It’s not such a big world, not at all. Your car work alright?’ ‘It runs fine, yeah.’ ‘Good,’ he nods thoughtfully. ‘The trains aren’t what they used to be.’ He coughs, the way someone coughs who is well used to it. ‘Is there anything I can do for you, before you go?’ ‘I’d like to hear another story, if that’s okay.’ He smiles, and I wonder if he’s as aware as I am that we may never see each other again. ‘Alright. What was I talking about. Korea. You know I wasn’t supposed to have to go.’ I nod.. He cursed the trooper who had cracked him on the back of his head. What a wicked work of butchery that day had held. Old Indian men, squaws, and children had been slaughtered in cold blood. Its author had been his friend, well, now ex-friend, George Armstrong Custer. And he’d done the one thing a commander should never do; he lost control of his men. Shoving the thoughts of the carnage from his mind, Bain took a pinch of white powder into his mouth, washed it down with a swill of water, then. Again I rose up, a little higher this time, the shaft thrustingdeeper into me as I dropped down. The pleasure was growing with each stroke andI whimpered in need as I lifted myself again. I smiled at Shannon?s lewd display of wantonneed; her breasts juddered in the half-cups of the corset as she worked herselfon the chromed dildo. I let her go; knowing she was going to have a fewunpleasant surprises very soon. The shaft in my cunt was slowly gaining speed, whichmeant my master was controlling.