Her mind was a mixture of frustration and self-loathing as she walked up Woodward Avenue and turned down Forest Avenue to the campus, suddenly realizi...g that unless she hurried she would be late for her sociology class. Damn. What was wrong with her today? She knew what was wrong, and the slight tenderness in her crotch reminded her with every step she took. Oh, God, what if those little bastards came back?She sat through class hardly hearing a word, her mind filled with the memory of the night. When asked, the units were to maintain resupply of such things like batteries and rations. She rarely came in and usually only to the Hospital for aid equipment. She made my re-acquaintance and we used to have some interesting night time chats and she'd go before sunup. Needless to say she was decorated by the bucket load and was promoted quickly — more because of the politicians who grabbed her coattails. It all came to an end when she took over a company about to be ambushed by five hundred. 30 baje uska phone ki she is on kurla station and wants to meet me, phele to maine mana kiya coz thane se kurla pahuchne me 1 ghanta lag jata, but usne bahut jyada press kiya ki please come, this is the only chance I have to meet u I don’t know fir kab mauka mile as my father is very strict, I said yes aur nikal pada, mai isse phele kabhi kurla nahi gaya tha, maine station pe utar ke usse call kiya to wo boli ki I am near stairs in burkha and having a pink purse in my hand, when she seen me we. When she wakes, she finds herself sitttingbetween two pvc clad girls in the back seat, her nylon covered legs in ashort miniskirt rubbing against their PVC boots.Then she arrives at an abandoned factory. She has to go through a seriesof heavy steel doors, down long neon lite corridors, her heels and thetwo guards heels clattering on the hard floor. Looking to her left andright into rooms containing uniformed girls peering into computers,marching, saluting.Then she's being led into a small.