1. Filled 5


    Date: 3/8/2015, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Author: Impax, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    pushed away from his hug and looked at him angrily. “You tell me what's going on right now! What the hell are you into? Those men knew your name and mine, and told me I better pray that my son loves me, because it was YOUR account that I was being kidnapped!” “Mom, I'm sorry.” he said. “All this is my fault. I never meant to get you involved, but everything got so bog, so fast...” “What is it, Scott? Is it drugs?” she asked, her voice a little less hard. “How much do you owe them?” “It's not about drugs, or money, Mom.” he said, closing his eyes. “It's because I can do this.” He lifted the van with some tendrils, then dropped it, making it jump and rock on it's suspension springs. “So when all those men shot themselves... That was you?” she whispered. “Jesus God!” “Nope, just me.” he said. “Go take a shower, and pack a week's worth of clothes, and another bag of stuff you want to bring, but no more than that. We have to leave this place and never come back. It's not safe here, but we have another half a day or so before we gotta bug out for good.” “Where- where are we going?” she asked. “No, no, I'm not going anywhere! I'm calling the police!” “We can't do that, Mom.” he said patiently. “I made those men kill themselves, remember? The cops ain't gonna believe NONE of this, none of it.” She looked at him a long moment, then nodded. “Just go take a nice hot shower, Mom, then pack your things, as if you were going to the cabin, and then pack another bag like you're never ...
    coming home.” he told her, then gave her a little push with one hand to get her going. She stumbled upstairs, and he quickly went through the house, gathering up a few pictures, then went into the basement and got out his father's old foot locker. He took the medals from the service he'd been awarded, along with the many sets of wings he'd earned over the years. He also discovered some old flight logs and journals, written in his father's hand, that he'd never known existed. He put these in the bag, leaving the uniform behind. He also left his father's service pistol in there. Scott went back upstairs, into the kitchen, and filled a few bags with the food from the cupboards, cans and jars and dry goods. He loaded all this out into the van, and checked on the girls. They were all deeply engrossed in conversation still, so he left them to it, sitting in Emmanuelle's car. He went back inside, to check on his mother. She was just getting out of the shower as he went in, so he called up the stairs for her to hurry, please. She said something back, but he didn't catch it, because two other cars were pulling into the driveway, one behind the van, and the other behind Emmanuelle's car, out on the street. Scott's shields went out, but he saw to his relief that it was Jordan Miller, along with three of the girls from the group of thirteen who's men had died on the first night. Belinda was Jordan's girlfriend, and Amber, Kate, and Tara were all classmates with Jordan, who, along with their ...
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