I was the youngest of four kids in my family. I had two older brothers and a sister. My brothers had gone to California to work that summer.I had a fr...end, Jack, who lived down the street. We went to school together and hung out most afternoons during the school year and during the long summer days. We talked about girls, of course, and went to visit some of the girls we knew around the neighborhood. In hindsight, I recognize the openings some of them had given me. I was just too dumb and. ”“Haamid Mohammad was taken out by a JBG special ops team today,” I said as I passed the other one to Jason first.“I did not know we had a special,” Jason started to say and stopped. He had put 2 and 2 together.“That is all I wanted to say. Nobody kills our people and gets away with it. Write it in stone,” I said.I picked up the pictures and went to the EIT office to see if Burt and Robert were still there; they were.“Yesterday and then today,” as I handed them the pictures, “Our special ops. These journeys seem to be getting shorter.It's a joy walking home with sticky goo between my thighs. Once home my hand slithers to a treble in and out of the sticky white cotton, while I replay today's ride with a few added imaginings.Something a bit different for tomorrow, I decide.At closing time I do my now ritual clothes swap. Today I have brought a prop, a large ring binder, which I'll need to mask my braless breasts for the short walk to my bus-stop.I clutch my binder all the way to my. Chapter 5 : In Kalah’s ShadowChandra galloped down the dark trade road, a cold sweat covered her brow. She had managed to surprise the guards at the slave camp entrance but knew she only had a narrow lead. The colonel spurred the black Kalashite mare on. She had transferred her night eyes talent to the horse allowing them both to see dimly under the moonless night sky. A few hours had passed and dawn would soon break, then it would be a tense two day ride to the portal and then freedom. A cold.