”“Oh, then definitely fire them. Fire them all.”My laugh was hollow and dry, but it was still a laugh.Wes took my salad out of my lap and turned...it onto my tortilla with meticulous care, his fingers holding down the sides, wrapping them up.“What are you doing?”“Making you a burrito to make you feel better.”That was about the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. All he’d done was turned my salad into a burrito, but the sentiment meant so much to me. I was used to my emotions being in. Time stood still, everything else no longer mattered. They had become one once again.Sounds of wet lips separating, making no more sound than the whisper of a summer breeze. They were so deep into their dance that they could hear their eyelids opening and closing, sharing the amazement that their first kiss always left with them. My hands released hers and slid around her waist, coming together behind her, locking in the small of her back. I spoke into her without a word.I drew a deep breath,. The fighting was mostly individual, with a few small units being engaged as one. This was what the average grunt had signed up for, no more boredom, but the excitement of personal combat.The Militarists had found that the Slayers would not shoot their X-Ray lasers if there was a chance of hitting their own troops, so the trick to neutralizing the tanks was to get in close to the Slayers and not to give the tanks an isolated target. They had rediscovered guerrilla warfare!The Slayers' tanks. “ Good morning “ I said. “ Nice to see you again “ she said. Placing a sun bed closer to her, I took off my T shirt and dropped my shorts to lie on the sunbed. I was 5ft 11 and reasonably well built from earlier years of rugby and a lot of swimming and surfing and a bit of a tan. She looked at me with her eyes settling on my speedos or budgie smugglers as they are commonly called last of all. I lay down on the lounger with the back rest up a little.“ Haven’t done this in a long time “ I said..