Counter to our enjoyment, whenever she invites me to some soiree of the ultra rich (I pretend to be her favorite distant cousin and prove my merit by ...oing head to head with her queer friends.) I search for possible suitors. The choices seem endless. Her appearance draws attention, and from men and a few women, desire. Her beauty creates unceasing stares. The inherent rudeness edits out many. The rich exude pomposity and self love which the beauty loathes. Like the gentlemen and ladies of. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Always look both ways before crossing the pond. Beware of geeks bearing gifs. An answer known is a power broken. One man’s crisis is another man’s narcissism. This space to let. Preface: Yet another of my stories based on Truth. The names have not been changed to protect anyone. This is about a. Risking a glance toward the enemy, he was in time to see the head of one of the security force explode. That would be Julia, he thought. She had to be over half a mile away, as she was set up somewhere outside of the airfield perimeter.Why didn't they just leave it to her? David groaned, as a fresh wave of bullets slammed into the concrete partition he crouched behind.The idea had been for Julia to take out the pilots and force the passengers out of the plane. A sniper's bullet, they had. I'm sure she was afraid she'd crossed some kind of line, what with me being her mentor at work and all. It was her turn to blush now, tensing up and sliding her hand back from my leg.But I put my hand on top of hers, pinning it to my leg. "Becky?" I said, pausing for a moment. I needed to say something... I was on the brink of a wonderful experience. But I didn't want to say something and make a mistake, blowing it. "Becky… umm, about that seeing a little more later idea…"She smiled, relaxing.