An idle thought – is a heat flash the same as a flash of heat? Hot, fire, hell. Is that my destiny? To burn in the fires of hell? I laugh at the fir.... I laugh at the D-I-V-O-R-C-E papers, those ashes of my life. I laugh at Jean. I laugh at each of those twenty-six years of my happy marriage. God, it’s hot. I can’t breathe. Some instinct, some primal call from an unknown ancient caveman leads me to the door … out in that blessed coolness, out in to that icy cold snow. Loud noises – sirens. She was not ready to stay back as she didn’t have a place to stay. So I convinced her to stay with me.She also by now had a good impression on me. So she called her parents and took their permission. We started for home now. We reached my house and luckily my parents were out of town. She freshened up and changed into her nightdress i.e. a loose t-shirt and a night pant.I think she doesn’t wear a bra at night. Her boobs were just bouncing when she was walking in the home. I was staring at those. The two onagers fired, and we watched the two bombs seem to float up into the air and start a stately descent toward the enemy.We had equipped these bombs with time-delay fuses, but they were not very precise, so one bomb went off at the desired 50-foot altitude, but the other fell to 30 feet before it exploded. Both of these bombs were loaded with rock shards for shrapnel, so the unarmored troops were subjected to a rain of sharp objects. I really did not want to kill so much as I wanted to. Scrabbling madly, I backed up against therocks behind me. I knew at once that I was trapped, thatthere was nowhere for me to run. The wolf began to slinktoward me, white teeth bared, and I felt a slackening ofmy pelvic muscles. A hot trickle of piss slid down themy thigh. I watched, rigid with terror, my heartthumping uncontrollably, as the wolf edged right upclose to me. He pushed his nose into my slippery crotch,and rubbed. Instinctively I raised a hand to swat himaway. He was faster, seizing.