She was smiling at him. She did it so rarely it was like winning a prize when she did.“Guess maybe you wanna fuck,” she said.“Guess maybe I do.�...�She tilted her pussy against his cock. She was slick and smooth as ripe mango. He was beginning to throb again. Everything was nasty with honey and cream.“Maybe a handjob isn’t enough for a man like you.” She snickered briefly, then turned her face to the side and covered her eyes with her hands.“A man like me?” He laughed. He almost laughed out loud. When she stepped out to dry herself, her phone was ringing. It was Reece. ‘Hey gorgeous, I’m outside.’ Mia glanced at the clock, it was 11.15pm. She’d spent twenty minutes in the shower without even realising. She let out an exasperated moan. ‘I’ll be down in 5’. She hung up. She skipped to the guest bathroom and found her jeans that were still hanging on the radiator, they looked a little crinkled, but that never mattered with tight jeans because they always smoothed out when you put them. That’s probably how they tracked her down.”Melchior: “If I was running op.for. I’d split them up. Husband in one room, wife in another.”Dubois: “We’ll take out one room at a time. You have pictures of the hostages?”Armis: “Sure. And I can get you a picture of the room and which way the people are facing.”D: [laugh] “Oh. Well that’ll make it easy. There’s 4 of ‘em in 516? That leaves 3 in op.for. Don’t suppose you can tell us which is which?”A: “No guarantee on that. But this one is a woman.”D:. Turning, she reflexively caught the Orang rifle her husband had tossed to her. Hands which had not touched a weapon in a year automatically checked the safety, the clip. She saw the others pouring out into the path. Alicia had a second rifle. Chuck held the third. He gestured, voice firm."Rinda, Alicia! Help the kids! Nona, medkits! Everyone else, arm!"Her hopes soared. A plan. That's all she needed. A plan. With no further thought, she was off.Daium despaired as she ran home.The weapons were.