The stupid fuckers in the BTR 80 decided to fire on the church with the 14.5 mm cannon and it ripped the hell out of everything. I didn't know who the...fucker was that gave the order but their ass was mine if I lived through this...Flashback – Ben – One more frying pan!I heard the 14.5mm cannon start firing and tipped my wheelchair on its side just in time. The rounds ripped the hell out of the church and made a hell of a ballistic crack as they passed overhead. It was impressive that even after. Well, unless you’d WANT Kathy to be there!” I added with a smirk.“You wish!” she said with a soft laugh. “Maybe I’d ask Kara, but unfortunately, she’s under house arrest so she wouldn’t be able to come along for the ride,” she added with a smirk of her own, drawing out the last word for emphasis.Fortunately, I didn’t have coffee in my mouth, but I did clear my throat nervously as THAT image flashed vividly! Joyce just giggled softly, something which was a rarity for her.“How about the weekend. She told me she was tense. PMS, and trouble with her boyfriend. So I offered to give her a backrub, right there in my office. And she said yes! I had her sit backward in my chair, put her arms on the backrest. Oh, God, I can't tell you all the things I was picturing, her legs spread like that.I worked her shoulders, and her neck, and I kept having to shift my feet. My pussy was so hot and tense it hurt. I ran her long red hair through my fingers. I got close so I could rub my breasts against. After we parked and walked to the Taxi, a woman in plain clothes showed us her badge and introduced herself."I'm Detective Foster. I assume you are Tracy Miller and you are Guy Thomasin."Looking over at Maggie who had just arrived at the parking lot and gotten out of her car, she said, "And I assume you are Margaret Frank." That's right," I told her."I hope you don't mind but it is important to get the facts as quickly as possible before they become distorted by time."If it is OK, I'll ride.