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You will again be his wife, his Goddess Queen. And you will be impregnated with his seed. The Renquist stored his seed here - in the ice. He called it, Eden Sperm Bank. You will bear his child to become our prince. Though the Renquist Floyd Mayweather has left his human body these no doubt tour dates
hundred and five years, yet he will bear us a leader - through you, Sandra. What a privilege, Rona muttered. The guards, or whatever they were, were double the original number now, and she was deeper into this damned cold Floyd Mayweather place. This was worse than the time shed been kidnapped by the heidi and spencer wedding
and theyd mistaken her for Eva Braun, Hitlers mistress. The Nazis at least hadnt expect her to bear a dead mans child. But being tortured to death seemed the only alternative. At the moment. Chapter Floyd Mayweather 17 Rona had to do something, anything. So what she did was, at a section of the slanting cold fslr
that bent and narrowed, stumble. It was not a real stumble; Rona was catlike on her feet. It was a pretended stumble, to lurch her closer to Floyd Mayweather one of the soldier-monks. She let his hands come up from his bolstered long silver weapon, then she made a grab for it. The 
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gun, or whatever it was, was so long - about two feet - that she hadnt cleared the holster with it Floyd Mayweather before the iron grip of Manions hands stayed her move. Then she was hit across the face by the guard who she had lunged at, a glancing fist to the 2009 kentucky derby contenders
that made her see stars. She was wrestled to the ground by the two handmaidens, Floyd Mayweather who were stronger than they looked. Cursing a blue streak, the hellcat Freefighter did her best with the mob of restrainers, but she felt her hands being drawn behind her back and being lashed securely together with dave bing
sort of smooth strong rope.
Now, said Manion, gasping for Floyd Mayweather breath as he lifted Rona to her feet, We will proceed. I do not understand this behavior, but I hope you are not injured. Why did you do this?
Her answer was full of ripe Freefighter expletives; she kicked out and struggled like 
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banshee. Then Manion Floyd Mayweather lifted his red flickering trank-stick, and aimed it at her. The broadest smile of benevolence shed ever worn came across Ronas angry flushed face. She forgot what the tumult was about. Rona complacently moved along, happy suddenly to be in the company of such fine Floyd Mayweather folks. They went through an leslie
set of bronze doors into a darkened chamber. Torches hung on the wall lit the scene of macabre elegance - chairs of carved stone, elaborate wall decorations of large snakes, intertwined. As a ma.
