“Holy shit!” Cindi gasped. “Holy shit!”Her sentiment was echoed by others, with the same, or similar, expressions of surprise and disbelief. I...waited a few seconds for everyone to calm down, then continued.“As I said, please keep this closely held. We’ll make an offer to them later this week, and I expect it to be accepted, though the numbers will probably change a bit. Once we have an agreement, we’ll make an announcement and then begin the due diligence review.”“Is this like the BLS deal?”. . like massive tree trunks. You can feel the muscle, so strong and so big. You rub your hands up and down those massive legs. You reach down and the calves are like bowling pins, so hard and large. As your hands slide up his legs you find the most incredible ass capping them. Wrapped in lycra, it is so firm and round. You can feel the heat radiating off Him. Him ... you are trying to suck one of His lycra clad balls into your mouth but it is too big, He laughs at you. He grabs your head by the. Anderson stepped into Sally's office; he didn't see the Nemesis unit slipping into his office while the door was open. "Sally? That man that was just here, can you describe him?" He asked while making a gesture.Sally stiffened in her chair and then, in a monotone, gave a less than flattering, but accurate, description of me. Anderson swore "So it was Beaker! When is he coming back?" I made the appointment for three, just as you instructed." Sally responded in the same monotone, it was obvious. Uh-oh, again. There was a rider approaching me from behind. I ducked behind some rocks and let him catch up to me. He was a Dragoon. Thank God the Army was on the ball and was doing the right thing. As soon as I recognized the man as a Dragoon, I called out. “HEY, SOLDIER, WAIT FOR ME, IF YOU PLEASE! I AM ALSO FOLLOWING THOSE COMANCHES, AND MAYBE WE CAN HELP EACH OTHER!”He pulled up and waited for me. “Hello, I see that you are a Dragoon and not one of them highfalutin’ cavalry types. I am.