" Hell, with that incentive, you won't need to pay the militia anything. Just having guns and ammunition for protecting ourselves with be enough pay. ...hen and where do we sign up?" Well, this is Wednesday. We need time for the word to get around, so let's have a general meeting on Wednesday of next week here in front of our house. Anybody interested in joining the militia should be here by 10:00 AM on Wednesday morning. How does that sound?" Shit, you can bet the whole town will be here!" OK,. " That's my sister," Megan told Jamie. "We're going to get some ice creamthen go downstairs." Okay." Megan's mother watched the two teenagers leaving the sunroom,paying particular attention to Jamie's legs."My sister left out a tub of ice cream the other day. We had to throw itout. And it was my Dad's favorite." Too bad for your sister. Where's your Dad?" I think he's playing golf." Megan opened the freezer. "Vanilla? RockyRoad? Cookie Dough? Or chocolate chip mint?" The mint." That is so. She was already an object to some but she didn't want that to be the way that she was seen. She wanted people to see her for who she was. The person behind the pretty face and those bright blue eyes that are still burned into my mind each time i think of her. I knew she was scared and wanted nothing more then to be single for awhile but it took the leap, the chance of a lifetime and i was luckily not rejected by the pleasant succubus that lies beneath the surface as she began telling me all her. If anybody was too demanding, it was Tim. Physically demanding, she thought, and she shuddered at the knowledge of what would probably happen to her in just a few minutes. It seemed to her at times like now that the only reason Tim married her was for her body, and that all he ever had on his mind was sex. He wanted to make love to her almost every night, and then like an animal at times.Melanie shuddered involuntarily again. The thought of Tim's huge, brutal hardness tearing into her.