Sometimes she would leave her seat and float around amongst them, doing this simply to taunt them with a closer look at how insanely hot she looked in...her teeny little dress.At other times it was skirts which clung to her like a second skin and revealed oodles of thigh, her legs sometimes bare and beautifully moisturised, sometimes clad in the sheerest of tights, either which way, given the legs Marcia possessed, being enough in itself to almost induce a coronary, let alone when these skirts. The latter was preferred as missiles heading to targets entered a white noise defensive environment and at the distances involved the ship's signal might not have enough power to burn through the white noise. A tight beam signal required less transmission power to burn through; the scout could blast its rebroadcast out at full power and a manoeuvring intermittently transmitting scout was a difficult target to locate and then neutralise.TJ began working on the missile coms programme so that it. He planned to take her to the bathroom next, maybe a shower and definately some water touture. At that thought he felt a twinge in his loins, there was life still. He smiled to himself and walked back to the office. He unlocked the door, he saw she was up at the window, well no escape there for her he thought. Come he said to her sit on the floor at my feet, drink some wine, I am sure you need it. He uncuffed her hands from the back but re cuffed in the front. He gave her the wine and told her. I waited just as the bandits did until the stagecoach showed up. There was a lot of shooting as the stagecoach was halted by that big rock, and that was when I put in my two cents worth. The bandits had no idea that I was behind them, so they had taken positions that protected their front, but did nothing to shield them from me at their back.The bandits were using rifles, either Henrys or Winchesters; it made no difference which. I let the bandits take a few shots before I acted. I wanted to.