Back home, Stephanie would have been told to 'fuck off', or called a 'bitch'. Not had a tongue stuck out at her. This town had to be festering back in...the sixties. After climbing through the window, I stood looking at the spider web encased hallway covered in graffiti from the many years of being abandoned. I took out the flashlight that I had stashed in the deep pocket of my coat and flicked it on, shining a beam up and down the hallways.Patricia was next through the window and she held it. Now, put on your helmets and then pick up your guns.She stepped over to the side while she waited for us, and then had us raise our rifles to a firing position. As we did, a reticle appeared on each of our HUDs, showing exactly where our rifles were pointing.“So there are a few things you’ll notice right away. With the Mark VII and VIII suits, you won’t need to raise your gun up to your shoulder and aim down the sights all the time. You’ll see the amount of power remaining in your current power. Fool or not, he'd watched over him likea mother hawk. She simply had never had enough power to confront himface to face. Subterfuge was her specialty. She knew that she couldhave never incorporated him into her group without facing his wrath.Wasn't it so nice of the fool to deliver the prize she's so longdesired gift-wrapped?She had known what he was like; she had always known what he was like.Creating an attraction between any two individuals of opposing sexeshad never been difficult for her.. I might ramble a lot in telling you my story. Please bear with me, because I have to type it as I remember it, or I might forget it. Don't want the readers to lose out on hearing about such quality sex. That's funny - quality sex - most of my younger days was quantity, get it while I could, sex.I met and married my wife in my junior year of college. The sex with her was - how should I put it - fantastic, great, loving, wonderful, and yes, it was in abundance, for quite a few years. In the last.