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When it hit, it made the war he had been in look like a tea party. Seven hundred tons hitting solid ground naked frat boys at hundreds of miles per hour. The skid must have etched a linear crater for fifty miles. The fucking pilot was Houdini. Callis had to give him that. That miracle worker pilot brought them in with the nose up. It killed his ass, when they hit the solid granite wall, but the dude deserved a medal. Both ends of the ship were gone. The middle section was the only piece that survived. It was enough. He was alive. He glanced at Candy, just savoring the view. She was in shock, leaning against the companionway wall, next to the communications hub he stood in. God was making up for lost time on his nasty soul, leaving this hub intact, Callis thought with a sneer as he smashed the SOS beacon with his naked frat boys fists. Sugar Candy’s exotically shaped eyelids widened at this with the slate gray in her irises gathering blue along the edges in returning awareness. Not that his sweet meat knew what he was smashing. It was just the sound that caught her attention. But then, her gaze settled on the six-inch long, wickedly curved knife he held in his right hand and the Max-Pistol shoved into the waistband of his prison issue gray dungarees. The first alarm of emotion crossed her fine boned features, wiping away the last of her lost and stunned look. Damn, that shortly flared skirt she wore was messing with his concentration as he vividly remembered it flung up over her hips and baring her lush fuckable ass. Had she found panties to replace the ones ripped off? Hmm. Callis licked the flat edge of his knife slowly as he leered at her. He got a lust kick watching her tits heave in anxiousness, beneath the shortly cropped and tight naked frat boys white cotton tee shirt she wore. Perky tits. Firm, but fat. A little dolly bellybutton naked frat boys, exposed above the low slung waistband of her skirt. Chicky’s never wore such sexy duds the last time he was in the real world. He like to lick on naked frat boys belly buttons.

“Are they dead?” The cutesy little girl named Lucy asked her brother Smoker for the fiftieth time. Smoker held the little girl slung on his tilted naked frat boys hip, like a rag doll as she clung with her small arms around his neck. Smoker glared at the floor and ignored her, like all the times she has asked before. “Mr. Callis?” Lucy asked, with a child’s desperate whine, before she popped her thumb back into her mouth and gazed at him with accusing saucer blue eyes. Shit, like it was his fault. “Yeah dead, kid,” he rasped. He liked to keep his voice low so people had to strain to hear. “Everybody naked frat boys that wasn’t in the middle,” he finished, even as Lucy screeched softly and buried her face into her brother’s shoulder. “Well naked frat boys, I’m not fucking naked frat boys dead! Candy baby, come here. Damn, baby, it is good to see you alive!” Callis did naked frat boys not look up at Bonner, Candy’s man. He had known the fucker was lurking around. Just five of them alive. But, Candy had not known that Bonner was alive. He heard her small gasp as he touched the directional display on the battery operated, universal GPA. Because he was a Compass, he could fix his position anywhere in the universe. He was a Compass and a pilot. It was a good combination. Only lacked one thing to pilot a ship. He did not raise his head and look up. A Devout. “Time to choose, sugar Candy,” Callis whispered under his breath. “Baby!” Candy threw Callis a quick glance and backed up a couple steps along the wall as Bonner approached her. Callis wasn’t paying any attention. “Stay away from me,” she hissed at Bonner. But Bonner, of course, kept coming until he had a hold of her arm painfully naked frat boys. “Give us a kiss, baby,” Bonner said in a, “I am the he-man and you’re my screw woman” type of voice. Candy screwed up her courage, darting glances at Callis. She did not want to be near Bonner ever again. Of course she never had. “It’s over, Bonner. Finished! We are stranded here!” She tried that last bit hoping to distract Bonner. Bonner tugged her forward roughly, grabbing the back of her head tightly as his upper lip naked frat boys curled angrily and his head lowered. He was staking his claim. Candy pushed on his chest and struggled in his grasp as his lips smeared over her lips with hard and painful intent. It made her sick! His wet lips forcing her to kiss him. She mewled low naked frat boys in her throat in denial, but when his tongue pushed between her lips and teeth she naked frat boys nearly gagged.