We planned to leave at ten o'clock in the morning, so at nine I locked myself in the bathroom and proceeded to dress and beautify myself. It was great...fun, so exciting. Up to this point my wife did not suspect anything. That made this thing even more fun. Anyway when my makeup was perfect and my new clothes were on I went out to greet my wife as her new friend. I went into the kitchen where she was sitting sipping on a cup of coffee. She looked at me when I came in. Suddenly a look of shock. I released her and as she rose she spoke with equally soft voice… “You are the one…Master” I smiled warmly at Cathy before turning my attention to Vicky. This time I did not speak as soft but with some tenderness to my voice. “Kiss your owner and Master” Vicky did not move as quickly as Cathy thought she should have, and pushed her forward towards me. The initial shove was enough to prompt Vicky into leaning down and kissing me full on the lips…I kissed her as if I meant it. I broke the kiss. The Asians were a general purpose escort, able to put out a high rate of fire in every direction to protect larger ships from small craft like fighters and torpedo bombers and the occasional suicide gunboat. If you are a WW2 buff, think "Atlanta class light cruisers". Their main weakness was that all that fire wasn't very powerful and took many hits to be effective against bigger ships. I mean, the Atlantas had even been formally designated as "CLAA" (meaning "Anti-Aircraft Screening Light. It danced and crackled as the flames consumed our house. Great tongues of red leaped into the air. The shock punched me in the guts. I stumbled and grabbed my brother's arm to steady myself.Our parents... Our sister!“Katriana!” growled Sven.“No, no, Father, what have you done?” Ava gasped, clasping hands over her face as she stared at the horror before us.And then I saw them. The soldiers standing in the street, the fire glinting off the curves of their armor. They stood there watching the.