Once I arrived, I quietly tried to sneak into the house. All of the lights were turned off, and I couldn't hear anything. I slipped downstairs, hopi...g to see him, but to my surprise the room was empty. I was a bit disappointed that he had not been waiting on me to get home. I walked back up and unloaded all of the bags from my car. All of the new things I had acquired needed a hiding place so that my secret wouldn't come out. I dug in my closet finding the best place to store all of the. She noticed his stare and waved him over. He followed her beckoning hand, barely able to walk straight."Hello sir," she said with a bright smile, "would you like to buy one of my flowers? Only a quarter."He fumbled through his pocket quickly and handed her a quarter. She smiled and pulled a rose gingerly out of her basket to put into his hand. The moment their hands touched felt like an eternity to him. All too soon it was over. He pocketed the flower gently then went and got his cola.Walking. He was almost clairvoyant in his ability to guess where a target was going to be, once he was in a tactical situation. Almost. He was also the only person who'd actually seen the Gold Target, the man who was to be her next 'source'.The man in her basement medical suite – or torture suite, if you must be crude about it – had said he was a wet-back, a Mexican American, who was a former SEAL NCO, and had 'no body' – or maybe it was 'nobody.' Alpha One's description said he was Anglo and he. Alta was certain no stranger to the methods that two women used to make love with each other, and Cwen, having lived for over seven years in a land nearly quite without men, had apparently learned a thing or two herself. As Alta's own thin shift joined Cwen's on the floor, the two women kissed naked briefly once more and then joined hands as they walked the few steps together towards the bed. For an hour, I watched them take their pleasure with each other from the large bedside chair, until.