One of the bombers must have been chased this way, they were some distance from the favourite targets. Not that it mattered. They would drop their dea...h wherever they could. ‘Please come home my love! I need you here.’ Perhaps she was selfish, but she didn’t care. He already did so much, couldn’t he let others take some of the burden? To be with her? ‘…reminding all civilians to please stay in their shelters. Thank you.’ The recording finished, leading into the opening flute trills of another. I had another competition there recently. But I lost to that Xiam Heou again.", said Erik-Jan disappointed. "Hey, I know him too. That's the son of the owner of the Chinese. Nice guy.", I said. And got a somewhat strange look of recognition back from Erik-Jan.The conversation went back and forth a few times. But every time Thomas interrupted us. He was in a real pesky mood. I ignored him for a long time. But the group was really growing tired of him. "Thomas Wiersema! This is your last warning;. (You’ll be the only one to fuck me, but we’ll get our pleasure from him too) all the while her husband was silent. I nodded and held her chunni pulling it away. She smiled and said “aajao mere maalik” (come, my master) I remembered they both enjoyed talking dirty in Hindi a lot and loved it when I abused them.I decided to inculcate that too and slapped her saying “Randi, chl naach ke dikha” (slut, show me your dance). The husband suddenly chimed in saying “master yeh bahut acha dance krti” to. And then the amazing memories as we’d brought two baby girls home from the hospital, and laughed and cried as they grew into two wonderful young women. The apples of our eye, source of so much love and pride.And as I looked into Claire’s relaxed and resting face, I sighed deeply and part of me wondered at the wisdom of the game we’d been playing these last five months. Part of me longed for that simpler time, before the games we now shared. Sure, the games were exhilarating and exciting, but.