As far as I was concerned, we had proved that the guns worked as advertised, and the Humvee still performed very well over rough ground, so I was read... to go home. The women agreed. This had been a much more harrowing trip than I had bargained for, and I could hardly wait to get home.It seemed to me that we needed to do a more careful survey of the territory before we went out again on the surface. Hell, with the pterodactyls, flying was dangerous enough, but surface travel was more chancy than. We had a really good relationship as two buddies out for a giggle and fun together. Then one night I fucked it up well we both did we had been out on the pop pissed as a couple of monkeys and we went to bed as usual put our arms round each other I thought just go to sleep Oh fucking no she put her leg over me and said " Love me" me being a fucking idiot did I should of jumped out of that bed and ran like hell to the flat where I lived. I fucked her instead when I went into her she burst into. Enemy rocket fire was no joke, even if their supplies of rockets had to be dwindling drastically by this point. It was a bluff, I was convinced of it, but it was a rather brazen and determined bluff at that. Some six thousand or so die-hard Klansmen held this part of the greater Winston-Salem metropolitan area, and they weren’t ready to give up the fight just yet. The upside of fighting the Klan, of course, was that these guys were too fucking stupid to remove their hoods yet. We could all see. I couldnt do this. I had to get out of there. I had to go home. I pulled up my trunks and walked out of the room. I made a b-line for the front door since I didnt want to talk to anyone. As I emerged from the door it seemed like everyone in the room stopped talking and just stared at me. I could see Casey in a group of people. He, alone of the room looked confused. And he looked concerned. Some of them whispered. Fuck em. I thought you were a fag? Sarah asked. Fuck off I muttered angrily as I.