This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Rebecca grasped the young man’s left wrist, folding it inward, and tucked his elbow under her arm as a fulcrum to produce the come-a-long. As she turned and walked down the street, his skis clattering to the sidewalk, the young man suddenly pranced on his toes, whining in a high-pitched voice as he stumbled along with her like a puppy following its mother. “Oh, oh, ouch. Shit, that hurts. What the fuck is the matter with you?” he whimpered. “Are you butch or something?” That pissed Rebecca off. When he suddenly tried to snatch away, she increased the pressure for a couple of seconds, momentarily bringing him to his knees...
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Roust
This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Matt and Courtney sat in one of the alcoves, the couple looking out at the snow-covered mountains, Matt with a cup of coffee and Courtney with a cup of hot tea. “You’re being awfully quiet,” the Alpha said to his wife.
Courtney broke off her stare of the outside world and turned her gaze to her husband’s smiling face. “We went to the moon,” she whispered. Then shaking her head, “Astronauts go to the moon; normal people don’t. It was… It was…” She wound down and just looked at him.
“We did, anyway,” he answered, simply.
“But we can’t tell a soul,” she complained. “Don’t they know how frustrating that’s going to be?”...
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This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Jeff held the ball steady, his concentration totally focused on keeping it spinning while holding it suspended. “Now, push it gently forward.”
The ball lurched forward like a drunken sailor as the Prime’s concentration caused sweat to pop out on his forehead.
“See how easy it is?” the Ship asked again...
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This week with Arlene and Jeff:</i
...Angel sniffed back a sob before struggling out, “I wish I had never left home – married Justin. It was the dumbest thing I have ever done. It’s a wonder he didn’t kill me, or have one of his cronies rape me. He just got worse and worse. Mom, I’m lucky to be alive.”
“You’re safe now, Baby,” Brenda said as she absently tucked the sheet around her daughter’s shoulders. “Think you can sleep now?”
“Yeah. I guess. I feel great, but…” she hesitated for a moment, then, “Lately, I’ve been afraid to go to sleep, and I don’t mean just last night. Justin had been talking more and more about whoring me out to make money for his habit. I’ve been afraid I would wake to him holding me down and some bastard raping me. I’ve had… dreams – nightmares.”
Brenda squeezed her daughter’s shoulder. “No rapists here, Baby. Only good men who respect and care for their women...
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This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Everyone except Matt and Courtney was waiting in the living room. The new SAC and his wife had borrowed an Escalade and driven down to Winter Park.
“HELICOPTER APPROACHING FROM THE NORTH. SECURITY HAS CLEARED IT TO LAND ON OUR PAD.”
Margaret had called earlier to say that everything had gone without a hitch and they were on the way home, but Angel had been beaten and was in need of medical attention.
“Let’s go,” Jeff said as he started out the door of the living room with Little One on his back and a small case containing the blocking equipment in his hand...
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