"Sir, a suicide bomb walked in disguised as a Department of YouthIntervention inspector was detected by our security screen," the militia corporal rep...rted. "A man named Fredrick Herman Manning is in a medical pod right now having a 9.8 kilogram explosive charge removed from his abdomen." There's not enough room for that much explosives," Chief MasterSergeant Masterson said."There is when the intestines have been removed, Chief MasterSergeant," Corporal Francis stated. "Mr. Manning is also. We remained locked like that for somewhere between a few seconds and a few millennium. It felt like forever, but not long enough. Damn, she tasted so good, so warm, so soft. Her tongue seemed to search out places in my mouth that even an oral hygienist didn’t know about. Those fingers running up and down the back of my skull imparted their unique brand of static electricity in every nerve ending above my big toe. A man would have to be dead a long time to resist this woman. I thanked God I. He then wiped himself with my towel and pushed me away, leaving the bathroom. I washed my legs, dressed and came out. When I came out, my father was waiting for me. He removed my dupatta and squeezed both my breasts in his large hands. “These are going to me mine now”, he said. You must never cover them in front of me.” He took my hand and rubbed it on his lund. “Feel my thick, hot salia (rod); it is going to tear your choot soon.”Just then my mother came home. She informed us that she was. ”We said ‘goodbye’ and I hung up, only to have Kimmy buzz me right away.“Your houseguest is on the line and he seems irate.”“Wonderful,” I sighed. “Put him through.”She did.“Hi, Jon,” I answered. “What’s the problem?”“I just had a visit from two bloody plods from the bloody Federal Bureau of Investigation!”“Agents Stone and O’Toole?” I asked.“That’s them. I felt like a Chicago hoodlum caught in bloody clothes with a firearm! What did they want with me?”“You live at Cirque du Steve and those two.