. pass the gravy, ahhh, Bisto!" Isn't it amazing how those silly advertising tag-lines stick in your brain for decades? The delightful mental images o... The Bottom began to fade as I absent-mindedly sorted through the yams and onions. With the necessary root veggies in our cart, we headed off to scan the shelves for the gravy mix in aisle seven. More accurately, my wife was scanning the shelves while I leant on the cart glancing left and right just in case.... My prayers were answered! The two. Other things”That night Sam was torn apart and never seen again.The story takes place 5 days later. It is in 3rd person but you can have the character’s do first person narrations between the actions if you choose. The CharactersLisa Bomb the Dame- She is a hot black haired girl with legs to die for. She is 6.4 with deep blue eyes and well tones body. Her breasts are huge and stick out like two torpedoes. She could suck the color of a lemon. Men like putty in her hands when she get them into. "You knew all along, didn't you? Why did you let me keep on thinking I was crazy! Don't you know how hard it is to act normal when you know what's going to happen before it does?"When she stopped to take a breath Sharon jumped in "it's my fault Deb, and I'm so sorry. It didn't even register that you were different until Matt asked me. At first, he didn't even realize you showed up ahead of schedule. We've just been too damn busy to pay attention. There's so much going on that it will take you. " She sounded impressed as well. I blushed faintly, telling her, "I once worked in public relations." Praxis didn't say anything to that and we remained on the rooftop for a few more minutes before deciding to go the rest of the way to her place. I still wasn't in any hurry about it so took my time heading in that direction. I was just several blocks away from the roof when I suddenly heard a bunch of noise coming from below me. Yells, screams and gunshots. More curious than afraid, I changed.