This had been an artillery war and had seen the use of new weapons such as the Maxim Machine Gun. Consequently tales of life in the trenches for the p...or infantry had appalled her.Yvgeny Gorshin seemed like a breath of fresh air. He was only a few years older than her, tall and good-looking. He told her tales of the sea and experiences in foreign lands that seemed exotic and exciting.One day, Yvegny discovered it was Yulia's birthday. He decided such an occasion shouldn't go uncelebrated so he. She liked him too. They gazed at each other for a few moments until Simon broke the silence. “You know Lucy, you look like a real slut. That skirt is far too short. And, if you don’t mind me saying, you look very sexy indeed.”“I like it too. Does it bother you?”“No, it doesn’t bother me. It just makes me get a hard-on.” Simon was not going to mince his words. He was curious to see if she really was as Stevie had described.“Really? Lovely. Yum, yum.”She looked down and his tight jeans were. I started to get mad. No, not just mad. I felt an icy cold rage that I welcomed within me. I shaped it, nurtured it and tucked it away to feed my revenge. What a stupid bitch. Oh, Laura, you think you're going to fuck me? I'm going to make you wish that you had never set eyes on me. I'm going to destroy you and your asshole of a husband.I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 5 pm. I quickly buzzed my secretary and instructed her to call my house and leave a message that I would be away. There was something about sulphur and saltpetre I knew but what else eluded me.What had come back to me was the tactics of Britain's Special Air Service, the SAS. While I had no military training whatsoever, nor any guns or grenades, I had read countless SAS books, including a history of the regiment. I knew the philosophy that underpinned these Special Forces and I believed I could put some of it into practice now. In wartime the SAS had two primary roles: to disrupt the enemy by destroying.