How can you tell?" Your slip was showing yesterday. No, you phony Irish idjit, you have holes in the knees of your work pants. You do have nice knees.... Well, in that tank top you have nice..." We better not go there quite yet, Kate. Breakfast is ready."So I shut up and ate, and didn't regret one bit. It had been a long time since a woman had cooked me breakfast, and I hadn't even slept with her.Yet.Afterward, we spent a companionable morning in the potting shed. I ran the gauntlet of raindrops. Used to be such hot shit weren't you? Miss 'Gonna Be a Big Star' someday. One of the 'Beautiful People.' Now you're just another dead fucking hooker with no fucking name." He spit a brittle, smug laugh. His cruel words continued. "You and your little clique. All the cutesy nicknames you had for me. Poindexter. Four-eyes. Pizza face. Yeah, I remember them all. Looks like I got the last laugh though, don't it?"Her eyes would have bugged if they could as her memory crashed together like a jigsaw. The number of injured people with bullet holes in them kept growing. Soon the sergeant who was running the gate came though, with three bullet holes in him. I grabbed him and pulled him off to the side. I took off my shirt and started plugging his holes. The soldiers were wearing light armor but it did not cover their legs or arms. When sergeant started cursing up a storm, I told him to settle down. His femoral artery had been hit and even with the help of the nannies he was bleeding all over. I didn't mind an advance present so I agreed for it. On the eventful day she called and asked me to come at her friend's room which was empty as they had gone to visit her parents village and she had the key to the room. I went there in the evening around 5'o clock, the door was slightly open so I went in and was amazed at the incredible smell coming in from the room. It was an erotic fragrance which relaxed me deeply. I saw Rinki sitting on the couch, she was wearing a white sleeveless top.