Mal was one of our regulars, early sixties and a really friendly chap. He was like clockwork - a taxi every week from the local club. We chatted as u...ual, but this time he seemed a little disorientated (I blamed the beer). His attitude seemed different and I was quite shocked when he asked me if I watched porn. I acted quite natural and just said yes, I was hardly going to tell him I love porn and was busting to clock of f, to get home to crack open a beer, put on the porn to knock one out.. What lay before her as the drawer slid open was a pretty extensive collection of Mrs Shaw’s bras. A little bit of her always winced when confronted with such a space as it represented another woman’s most private belongings.Maybe it was tiredness. Or boredom. Call it the delay of the soft closing drawer. But something stopped Stephanie from shutting the collection away as fast as she ordinarily would have. Her eyes lingered.Then they lingered some more. She had only met the attractive forty. Knowing how the Pioneers had formed their line, plans were made for certain men to go for the carts, while others went for the doubled riders. The archers were to take out anyone with a musket first, before shooting anyone else. As the sound of hooves and cart wheels approached, men became tense and readied themselves for action. Where yesterday saw them tending to livestock and fields, or fishing the coastal waters and raising families, today they were armed and ready to bring death upon men. "You can pull back on the power before you blow the engines." Yeah, right," I said in somewhat of a daze but the engine note died to its normal levels returned."Sorry, Captain," said Lila. "Its all my fault." What is?" I asked.If it weren't so serious she would be a comical sight what with her hair still smoking."It was an oil can I left in my turret," she explained. "With that last jolt it fell across the bus bars and melted and the burning oil exploded all over the place."Holly shit," I.