It was said her parent were the VIP that were usually absent from home for their business. Her brother was studying overseas. And so she usually staye... at very nice villa alone with a big dog. I pressed the bell and waiting outside for a while then the lamps got lit, a stunning girl, in a white night skirt below her knees but it tightened her sexy body, appeared in front of me. She was my literature mistress. I stammered greeting her. With a face radiant smile, opening the door and she. Our apartment, mine and my boyfriend, has two bedrooms. So in the second bedroom I tie my boyfriend's hands above his head to the ceiling. He is blindfolded and gagged, wearing only a thong. Now as the girls start to arrive and I greet them, I tell them we are going to have a raffle for a surprise gift at the end of the party. I make certain there is more than enough wine and have put some mixed drinks in the fridge for this evening. Our hostess arives and we begin this party. My boyfriend is. That girl…” “The receptionist….Sally.” Marcie put in again. “Yea, Sally. She said I would be seeing Miss Jeffries so I said Okay and took a seat.” “She’s new there. Her father and Kenny Blanger went to school together, she comes from a good family so be nice to her,” Marcie interrupted. “She made me wait,” I countered. “I had to get to class so I got fidgety. After thirty minutes the girl, ah…Sally. She noticed that I was still there and asked if I wanted a cup of coffee or something. I said no. The poor band of a dozen or so mundane mercenaries didn’t have a clue what they were now up against and in less than ten seconds the entire area around their fortified base camp of carefully stacked sandbags and machinegun emplacements exploded with sound, light and fury as three fairy wands, a 5mm mini-gun and a rocket launcher all unloaded their blessings upon them. Sandbags, hands, heads, boots and assorted weapons exploded upwards in a bright Technicolor cascade of vaporized blood miasma.