The three men started breathing heavily as they watched them bounced to the rhythm of the blues music when she danced. She then slipped her thumbs in...o the waist band of her swimsuit bottoms, and tugged at it teasingly, slowly inching it down, revealing her bald pubic mound. Just before her pussy came into full view, she turned her back on the men flashing them her bare, plump, pink ass. She jiggled it just enough to show them how soft and supple it was. Then without bending her legs, she bent. Parts and pieces of the shattered soul/spirit/being filtered in as they sought coherence, they were, after all, seeking their way out of a multitude of other parts of victims destroyed at the same time.Then there were the others, The Finnish boy killed by a Russian sniper ... the Russian soldier blown to shreds by the stick grenade thrown by the Finnish boy milliseconds before his death ... the Belfast Protestant school girl shot down in the street by the Catholics ... the Polish Jew child who. ‘Ray! You better open this fucking door right now or I’m gonna kick your ass!’ I felt surprisingly calm as I locked the door again. I did feel irritated that he was keeping me awake when I had a game in the morning, but I wasn’t all that worried that he would get in. But then he started kicking again. ‘Ray! Open the door! Now!’ he yelled. I didn’t answer and turned on the light. I made up my mind that if he came through that door I was going to kick his scrawny drug-addict ass. I was sick of. Nowadays, it only slipped from her lips when she wanted something (or, unfortunately, wanted to get out of something). He cleared his throat and responded with a matching tone. ‘Yes, sweetheart?’ Rachel grinned wider at his knowing eyes and took a few steps closer to the kitchen table as she spoke. ‘Well, um, I’m not sure how it happened, but, uh, I think my car battery is dead.’ She paused and widened her eyes at him expectantly, trying to keep her face innocent and sweet. Her line was a bit.