How about it then?’ ‘Well, OK, just let me get cleaned up. You know this might be fun. Maybe we can even create a little scandal.’ ‘That’s m... girl. Be ready at six.’ I cleaned up and put on one of my best party dresses. Boy, I looked hot, not sluttish, just elegant and hot. Imagine a tall, young woman with long auburn hair wearing a blazing blue v-necked dress that stopped just above the knee. Not the v-neck, the hem line. The v-neck was deep enough to show some nice cleavage and I have a lot. ”“I thought you’d never ask,” Story growls, holding the sword up defensively.Johann looks at the troop commander and orders, “I want her alive, no matter the cost.”The commander nods and with a flick of his wrist, the group of the soldiers step forward, sliding away their riffles and pulling out the batons.Story shrugs and says nonchalantly, “I am not going to make it easy for you.”They rush Story with trained coordination and she matches their pace with unparalleled speed. Bringing her sword. Each strike team member donned his or her pressure suit and they all checked the readiness of their weapons. The pressure suit, or p-suit, was a simple, skin tight outer covering that had a fitting around the neck to attach a clear, dome shaped helmet. The helmet wasn't needed to keep the air in when the suit was operational as a force field could perform that function. The hard plastic would however, maintain suit integrity in the event of a p-suit power failure. The suit was easy to get into. "Listen, Ramsey, that's crazy," I said. "How can I--" You done it before," Ramsey says. "Bet you can do it again." Not like this, for Christ sake! Not with you--not in front of--"Ramsey kind of sighs. "Okay," he says. "Then there's no deal." He pulled the gun away from Molly and went around behind her. He held the shotgun in his right hand and brought his other hand up around to take hold of her breast. He squeezed it hard, and Molly cried out. I took a step toward him, but he brought up the.