Then, I went downstairs. I looked at the kitchen, the living room. I went to the kitchen and looked at his fridge which was stocked. Suddenly, I heard...footsteps, sensing that he was awake and knows something's going on. As I was about to leave the kitchen, he tackled me to the floor. I let out a scream. He took off my mask and saw me quiver.Knowing that I'm his next door neighbor and was shocked, he clamly asked me "Claire, how did you get here?"I said "Your front door was open. While you were. Our hands touching each other all over. It was one of those moments that only seemed to happen in a dream. The sky started to glow burnt orange and reds, we could now start to see the stars. We saw the occasional shooting star too. As the sun set in the west, we started to see the northern lights again. They were not as bright as last night, yet. Our skin is starting to go all wrinkly as we had been in the water for so long. We decided it was time to get out and have a shower.I got out, Carrie. I went upstairs, pulled off my bathing suit, showered, and then walked into the den wearing a short tee shirt and nothing else, just to see how long it took everybody to notice, and how they'd react.They reacted, all right. I had the other guys-in-girl-bodies pulling off my shirt and kissing my boobs, and then the guys were doing it too, so the other girls took off everything and got some attention too. The guys got attention as well; there was a lot of fondling going around, all of it playful. To see the expression on the ambassador’s face was enough to let me know that she was back in there here and now. Instantly we were both running back down the hallway. The next few moments were going to tell us exactly where we stood.With my weapon shouldered, the stairway took four large steps before I reached the bottom. It did not surprise me to see the walls and floor covered with a fresh coat of blood from the Iraqis I had sent into the afterlife with the grenades. In my books it was a.