We’ve been chasing that bastard all over the Midwest for months. Believe me when I tell you this: you’ll sleep a whole lot better tonight knowing he’s behind bars.” “How many women, Marshal?” A middle-aged man had stood to ask the question. “Six…six beautiful young women kidnapped, raped, and sodomized before being brutally tortured and murdered—six families torn apart by their violent and senseless crimes. If all of you weren’t in potential danger I would have gladly exterminated vermin like him in a heartbeat. We thought he had an accomplice, but we weren’t sure. Now it looks like we were right.” I turned and strode into the dark starless night, Max walking easily at my side. I’d had a brief talk with the other two who had been at the table with Clifford and friend—one Jordan Smith. They had told me asian that they knew Smith from high school, but hadn’t seen him in years until tonight in the bar. They willingly gave me their ID’s and told me that they were graduate students—one in California and the other in Massachusetts. It was easy to verify their stories. I did the following morning. They were in the clear; both had been hundreds of blowjob miles away when the crimes had been committed. Clifford and Smith had been trapped by DNA evidence. Clifford had briefly served in the U.S. Army after graduating high school. He had been in basic training only three weeks when he lost his temper and tried to punch his drill instructor—a big mistake on his part. The DI took him down in a heartbeat. He was court marshaled and spent six months in the stockade before receiving a dishonorable discharge. His DNA was on file with the Army and it was that file that had led to his arrest. Both switchblades had traces of their victims’ DNA in cracks in the cases and the mechanisms that opened the blades. Tracking them down had been a long and arduous job, but that’s why they pay me the big bucks. I left for home in eastern North Carolina the following afternoon, planning on taking a well deserved three week vacation. The skies were filled with dark threatening clouds when I left around three in the afternoon. I hadn’t been on the road an hour Hardcore when the heavens opened and traffic slowed to a crawl. Max walked aimlessly in the back seat before lying down for a nap, leaving me to navigate through the maelstrom on my own. I was driving my personal vehicle—a specially modified Ford Explorer. It was a good dependable SUV with four-wheel drive, that had been structurally changed to accommodate Max, but even with it japanese the trip was challenging. I had hoped to be at least a third threesome of the way home by the time I stopped around ten that night, but it wasn’t to be. The interstate was closed due to flooding and I had to take an alternate through back roads that weren’t any better. A deputy sheriff tried to give me directions for a detour, but I must have taken a wrong turn in the heavy downpour. Michelle squirmed in her seat, her hand reaching beneath her desk to adjust her futa-cock. When she saw it she dived in and retrieved it. As Lesley rounded a shady corner, she noticed a man jogging in threesome the opposite direction toward her. The first time is so charged with adrenaline; it’s awesome. It was a very scary stare– like a mongoose would give a small bird just before devouring it. “Because he japanese didn’t want us to have the baby, he wanted Miruna to get an abortio, when we both refused, he left the house. It looked like it was in perfect condition; Harry ran his Hardcore finger all around it up and down its shaft. In and out. I set Maria in front of blowjob the girls cage, and we waited for them to wake up. “I don’t like the thought asian of being on my own.” I said shyly.