" I went over to the garage and opened one of the doors.Trudy was leading. She came buzzing around the house in a 300cc Road Runner Trike. She pulled ...n front of the open door and started backing it into the garage. She goosed it as she shut it down. Nora was waiting until that happened. She had her feet down on the ground bracing the 250cc cruiser bike she had been riding. She pushed herself backward in beside the three wheeler.Both women got down and started taking off their leathers. Both. I was speeding but you have to believe me when I say I never speed. I'm a student and I don't know how I will come up with the money to pay the fine so I hoped if I came here today I could get the ticket dismissed." He looked surprised to hear such blatant truth."Young lady, are you telling me you are guilty and have no excuse for your behaviour?"I realized how stupid I was looking. "Yes Sir. I hoped you might take pity on me and let me off with a warning."The judge and police officer. I liked how well that works. That no one could work out why the UAV had targeted my parents, for example, was fueling a seemingly endless debate; "debate" meaning "screaming accusations" because that's how politics works.)Further confusing the "It's an Alien" theory was that no one could suggest a sensible motive for why aliens would do what had been done. For example, the Guardian Angel had given the nukes back, presuming it'd returned the real ones, so stealing our weapons didn't seem to be a. Mmrrrrph…’ Lynn’s pants were ripped. Torn apart by fiercely strong hands. They were new pants, made just weeks ago through a large amount of personal effort. But the first thing that spread to Lynn’s mind was not the loss of the garments – but the sudden exposure of her thighs and lower belly. She gasped and cried out again – screaming. ‘AAAAA!’ She writhed and tried to kick out, but the man held her legs firmly and pushed her to the ground. The next article torn from her was her under-wrap. It.