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Related post: CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Thank you for continuing to read DARK PRINCE. I'm glad you're enjoying it. I hold the copyright and no portion of this manuscript may be published in any medium other than at Nifty without my express and written permission. With the US little child hentia Congress pretending to be a medieval religious Prince's court (and jury and executioner), it's best that only those over 18 in the US, little girl japan 16 in the civilised world perky little tits that is the EU, read this novel. I would like to refer you to my other stories appearing on Nifty: GAMES AT DEAUVILLE currently appearing in the Beginnings and historical folders as well as FLIGHT AT PEENEMÜNDE that is complete at both folders. Nifty can always use operating capital. Please use your credit card and help keep Nifty naked little teens free. Enjoy! Dave MacMillan ****************************** CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Ronnie Barber was not happy. Those fucking dogs little picture had followed him and his boys out to LA. He had three men dead with their throats torn out, littlegirl fucking porn and Davis Trellum wanted him in Washington. It was like he couldn't do his job nn little nymph and was getting dumped. He sighed and sat back in his seat. He looked out at the wing of the aeroplane taking him to Washington. He'd soon find out if Trellum little boys cock was pulling him out of the first strike units. Why did those fucking dogs have to follow him from Washington? His career dirty little slut with the CMUM had been a real roller coaster ride. Everything would go along real smooth little angels defloration and he'd relax. And, just then, something would come along and knock him and his first strike units for a real loop. He wondered for a moment if Trellum was setting him up but discarded the thought fast enough. There was no reason for him to make Ronnie look bad. This shit of dogs attacking his men and killing them did make him look bad. They were attacking the skinheads, too. He'd little tgp porn even heard they took out some drug dealers over in Anacostia too. It was little preeten xxx just plain crazy. It'd little angel naked only happened in Washington, though -- until two nights ago. He lost three good men over in West Hollywood to those little japanese boy damned dogs. Maybe Trellum had a leak at his end. That'd explain the dogs in Washington and, then after he and his men were in LA a couple of weeks, them showing up in LA. It'd mean the leak was in Washington too. And whoever trained those man-killing hounds. He was going to have to ask Trellum about that. The man seemed to know everything about everybody -- maybe he'd know who in Washington had that kind of dog. They met in the pastor's study of the little church in Towson, Maryland. "You said on the phone that you lost three men to dogs?" Trellum demanded as he entered the room, not even giving Ronnie time to stand up and be respectful. He couldn't tell anything from the Black man's face or his voice. The hot little redheads man's whole demeanour was neutral. "Yes, sir. Just like those five over in Washington just before we turned things over to the skinheads. Their throats were torn out, their hands chewed on." "And there weren't any incidents in DC since you left until three nights ago. That is something to think about." "Somebody who trains dogs is getting information on what CMUM is up to, Mr. Trellum." Davis Trellum smiled. "I thought of that one, Group Captain. I spent free little incest a week in Atlanta going through each sensitive file in the Christian Center. We don't have a spy. I'm sure of it." "How's the information getting out to this guy with the damned dogs then, sir?" "That I don't know." His lips twitched. "You know, little fucking nymphs Group Captain, it's quite strange that, every time we had a mission in southeast Washington, those dogs came out to interrupt it. Either that or the next mission if it followed right after the first one." He pulled at his right earlobe. "The skinheads left southeast Washington alone until the other night illegal little girl and those dogs didn't show up once." "You think there's some connection there, sir?" Trellum faced him and smiled. "I think there is a house little gym that could stand some close surveillance. You probably know it nn little girlnude -- the big, white two-storey with a wrought-iron fence around it? A block south of Pennsylvania and about a half block west of Sixth Street?" "On "I" Street! There's a little park in the centre of the street across from it?" Trellum nodded. "Yeah, I know the place, what about it?" "It's owned little bitches by some Austrian Prince. He's got littlegirlcartoons two other men living there with him little girls boxing -- another foreigner and one from Baltimore. They're faggots." "Do they raise dogs?" Ronnie asked, feeling himself get excited. little teenagers russian It sounded like Trellum wasn't mad about the men lost in LA; it even sounded like the man was going to give him something he could sink his teeth into. He liked situations that offered excitement. This beating drunk queers to death had got little tit real old. Even his men were getting tired of it. "I don't know. I don't know one single thing about them except what I just told you." "You want me to check them out?" "I want you to detail a couple of your first strike boys to do that. Men who have brains, Group Captain. Men who can little kids drawings think on their feet." Ronnie nodded. "They can do what they want to do with these men?" he asked. "They've got carte blanc." "You said you wanted me to detail two men to this. What about me, sir?" "I want you and five of your best to meet me day after tomorrow. I'm taking you to North little white chicks Carolina for a month." "North Carolina?" "You're going to train for a mission, Group Captain. It's the most important mission you could ever undertake." He grinned. "It's the one that will finally put the Christian Center in power." "Finally!" Ronnie breathed and felt his chest tighten. "First things first, however. This American living in that house. I do have information on him." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope. He pulled out several photographs and chose one which he handed to Ronnie. Ronnie's mind switched gears and was again focused on the three queers living in that big house on "I" Street. "His name is Thomas MacPherson. His family lives off of Eastern Avenue here in little bottoms Baltimore, just above little Italy. He might go home for the holiday, so watch the house in DC for him to leave." "We can get him when he's away from his buddies." "That's probably not a good idea. If these three are in some way behind the attacks on CMUM people, we don't want to alert the other two little girl porns by taking him out." "You suggest we wait until he's back in Washington?" "If your men are fast enough and smart enough, they could get inside that gate." Trellum grinned broadly. "He'd even let them in, little skank wouldn't he?" "What about the other two?" "From what we porno yong little can tell, there is never anyone there during hentai little mermaid the day little missouri river -- except for this MacPherson. And he's usually not there, either. He works for a temporary accounting firm." "We'd get inside and check everything out before the others got home." He met Trellum's gaze. "It could've been a robbery that went babes wearing little sour?" "That's what I was thinking." "Even if we don't find anything?" "Even if you don't find anything." * * * It was Easter week, and I sat in front of the television alone. Emil had left for little hot pussy Los Angeles at the beginning of the week. Tom was visiting his parents in Baltimore for the weekend. It was Saturday evening, little preten nude and the house felt empty. Emil had already broken up two beatings in West Hollywood. Tom was as bored in Baltimore as I was in Washington. The house rumbled softly around me, the machinery of the central air conditioning struggling to keep me cool. I struggled to think of something to occupy myself but my mind was lethargic with the heat. The television forecaster announced that the day's high temperature was 97 degrees Fahrenheit with no relief in sight. It had reached 60 degrees in Stockholm. In mid-April. I wondered where the spring had gone. I was bored -- and lonely. I watched little thumb gallery the news on the television little nude teenies and found twenty feet of an interstate freeway in Arizona had exploded into boulders of macadam, killing three motorists and injuring a score more. I turned it off. I did not want to hear how unsafe America had become in its heartland. I did not want to think of the country's destabilisation. I entered the music room and forced myself to sit before the piano, little bo peep exposing the keys that nude little sex gleamed up at me. Beethoven? No! Too strong. Even overpowering for how I felt now in my loneliness. Mussorgsky? Never! Too petite little pics dark and foreboding. I would have Slavic daemons threatening me little panty lola the rest of the night and in my dreams through tomorrow. I smiled as my fingers touched the keys and brought forth the unabashedly gilded pleasure only the older Strauss had given his every composition. I played Tales of the Viennese Woods in its entirety, uplifting my spirit and feeling his joy touching me from across nearly two centuries. For those moments that I played, I was again in Vienna before the hell of the twentieth century began. littlegirl nonude The music lifted me from the doldrums I had descended into as I had watched Tom leave me with the sun sinking beyond the city of Washington. I rode the currents above the city. Even in the heat, little modles pussy I enjoyed the freedom that flight gave me and I revelled in it. But I had another motive as well. I had not seen the army build-up that Tom had seen -- or the street brawls between Queer Nation and skinheads that had been in Trellum's mind. The bars and restaurants of southeast Washington were busy and unmenaced. I flew on. Connecticut Avenue from DuPont Circle to little ukrainian naturist Rock little lovely xxx Creek Park thrived. I followed the creek back to "P" Street. Ten men stood in front of little indian porn the petrol service centre at the intersection of "P" Street and 21st Street. Swooping lower, I saw that each held a baseball bat. They chatted amiably amongst themselves and, occasionally called out a friendly greeting to a bar patron who ventured by. I landed on the roof of the thai little nude station to little boys porno study them closer. "Another dead night," one groused to a friend. The other one laughed. "Didn't you know skinheads don't have balls?" whores little teens They both laughed then. I flapped my wings and was again airborne. little fluffy clouds The gay community of Washington was protecting itself and it appeared to be enough to frighten little pussys away its enemies. I wondered if Trellum was happy with his skinheads avoiding little petite teen the fights he wanted. I sensed fear as I approached the Convention Centre and flew closer. Four humvees were parked in front of the centre. Their men stood on the street before them -- twelve of them, all armed with handguns. A block down Fourth Street from them were two men already caught in a circle of five skinheads. It was their fear that I'd sensed earlier. I landed in the car park beside them and willed myself into little sex galleries wolf form. It was obvious that the army was there to support the skinheads. I had been shot recently and did not relish the idea of having it happen again so soon. I reached out with my thoughts to the men beside the humvees. |You see nothing,| I told cute little upskirt them. |There is only a pack of dogs here. Get into your vehicles and leave.| As the soldiers began to climb into their humvees, I turned my attention to the skinheads and their intended victims. Did little angel ukrainian I want to kill? Did I porn little wom
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