We probably out gunned the enemy, and we certainly outnumbered them, so we were pretty sure of winning the coming battle. We just didn't want a lot of...unnecessary casualties. Our people were really fired up, so my main worry was that they would let their emotions carry them into bad situations. Dammit, I hated to have somebody shooting at my friends!The leading column of our troops was led by four Main Battle Tanks (MBTs) with a screen of Strykers to either side. The first shot was fired by the. "Carly glances at me, pausing, her PearPhone glowing in her hand. There's fear in her face. And something else, something questioning that makes me swallow hard, and makes my blood throb in my veins."I don't know Sam. I just... I can't... I need time."She looks away, bringing her PearPhone to her ear. I turn as she talks on the phone, facing the ledge. And it's not that I'm suicidal, I'm not that brave or that stupid, but something makes me go close, so close it's almost like I'm standing in. I never thought our relationship will end up sensual in the bedroom. But there it was.To begin with, he is in his late 60’s with muscular built as he used to work a lot in the field. Taller than me and kind towards me always from the beginning. He visited me one day when I was at home correcting half yearly papers of tenth standard kids. He called me from the bus stand and asked me if I was home. I said yes.We never had any personal shared moments before but this happened. He knocked on the. I feigned a kiss back. “Oh high John, how’s things.” I said. “All the better for seeing you Michaela. Even prettier than I remember!” He smiled . He persuaded to let him buy me a drink and returned with a bucket of ice, Champagne and two glasses! “Shall we take a booth honey?” he asked with a sly grin and twinkle in his eye. “Well I……” One of the girls interrupted to say, “no go on Michaela.” We talked for ages and laughed and generally got on. He was a real nice guy and polite to me as a.