’ There was a fight breaking out in the car park as Vanja and the girls appeared from the ‘stage exit’, which in reality was just a beaten up me...al door with a handwritten sign reading ‘Keep the fuck out’ taped to it. Suzy and Beatrice hung back to watch the two burly bikers beating the shit out of each other while Vanja strode on ahead, pulling on black leather driving gloves. She was dressed all in black now: knee-length leather boots, tight pants and a low-cut tee-shirt that could barely. The landscape was now empty of all human activity."Orders are orders, Lon," Lisa told him, her M-24 curled unfired against her shoulder, her anti-tank laser sitting next to her. "I'm sure General Jackson has a reason for calling a cease-fire." I'm sure he does too," Lon said. "I just think it's a stupid reason. You'd think a military genius would know that you never let up on an enemy until they surrender. Those assholes didn't surrender. They're just pulling back to regroup. We could have. Her kneespressed his arms against his body, so he couldn’t usethem to full effect. Her fingers began to tighten.“Give it up, little brother” she panted. “You know Ialways won our wrestling matches.”Art couldn’t quite speak, but he could still move.Suddenly he rolled heavily sideways, landing on hisback with Gwen above him. In the confusion, he managedto twist away from her constraining arms, and pull herfingers away from his throat. He held her armscrucified. I lost a bet and had to dress in women's clothes to go out that night. I had to wear a woman's thong panties, a bra, a woman's shirt and a mini skirt. So me and Mike and David met at a bar last night, no special occasion we just decide to do go have a couple drinks. Towards the end of the night we're all I'd say pretty drunk. I dropped my keys on the floor and when I bent over to pick them up (remember, I'm wearing a mini skirt) somebody had grabbed my ass. I jumped up and spun around to see.