Over a hundred people were killed and many more wounded in the senseless attack. Interpol knew who the perps were, but there was no way that normal le...al enforcers could get to them; therefore, the UN wanted us to punish the bombers. We told the Secretary that we would get back to him and returned home.This was something that we had been dreading. We knew that if we started down this slippery slope, we might slide into thinking of ourselves as saviors of the world. As such, we could start. The cotton felt like satin to thetouch. It was thin and delicate. "Yeah. Let's give this a try."Slipping it over his head, he straightened it out and looked in themirror. It hugged his body showing off the curve of his little roundbreasts. He smiled.Mindy seemed to have endless clothes. Brian knew that she was dippinginto Claire's stuff, too. As he pulled on the spandex skinny jeans, hegot a strange thrill knowing that Claire had worn these before he did.The jeans fit fine. He'd tried. “We should probably get our drinks in cans or small bottles instead of two liter bottles, though. We don’t have any cups.”Everyone was fine with pizza, so Ben took out his phone and began ordering online. “19:00 pickup time should be fine, right? That’ll give us almost an hour to finish off this level before we take the waygate back to the surface.”“How about making it 18:45,” I answered. “We’re not getting any experience from this floor since we leveled on the last one. You won’t be missing. His boss, Rizwan, was originally from Israel and settled in Cuba. He was 5″ 8 tall, Fair, and well-built. He was 61, but it looked like he was in his 50’s. Ours was a small one-bedroom house, but he relaxed me and told me not to worry about it.Rizwan was a gentleman and behaved well. He was cheerful, sweet, humble humorous, and respectful. By the end of the week of his arrival, we were very comfortable with each other. He would come home from work, and we would have tea together and continue.