” “Fuck! Louise, I think I slept with one of them last night!” “Oh my god! Which one? The tall blonde or the shorter, brooding, dark haired on...?” “I don’t know! I can’t remember. I had a dream, or at least I thought it was a dream until I woke up and found the bite mark on my shoulder and dried cum on my thighs.” “Megan, you dirty whore! Back up to old tricks again.” “No, I’m not like that anymore. My wild college days are over. I’ve stopped the drugs and drink and especially the wild sex. I’m. I suppose what I regret isn't that I'mmarried to you. I love being married to you. The security of it,the serenity, the tranquillity of sleeping alongside someone youfeel so tender about. Its so lovely, so utterly relaxing, mydarling. No, what I found I missed was everything else. Thetantalizing excitement, the thrill of anticipation in your bellywhen you're getting ready for a date with some new man, wonderingwhat it'll be like this time, how provocative you'll feel when youget really. I could smell the moist sweetness of her pussy, so temptingly close I had to kiss those soft, pink nether lips. A purr rumbled through her body as she began to grind against me. Thirsty for the taste of her, my lips and tongue caressed and teased her clit before slowly sliding open the petals to her moist womanhood. My tongue caressed the inner edge of those lips, exploring as I circled my way slowly inward, probing delicately as the sweet taste of her juices crept onto my tongue. Her hands. Do you realize that’s more explosive power than what leveled that farmhouse those two idiots accidentally blew up!?”We were all stunned.To me, the most unsettling thing wasn’t just being told that the number of these claymores was overkill by a factor of 3. It was that these bastards were perfectly willing to kill everyone, even our women and children with no consideration for our innocent neighbors. They would just be collateral damage.Our plan for their demise was going to have to be equally.