Hadn’t the invite said only like twenty people would be attending? Fuck. He felt a trickle of cold sweat running down his neck. How was he going to ...andle this? He started fumbling nervously with his phone in his pocket. There were no visible places where he could sit and be hidden from the crowd. He was still debating where he could sit without being noticed when he felt a hard slap his back.“Benny!” It was Zach. “Dude! I thought you wouldn’t come.”Ben could smell alcohol on Zach’s. Anand and his family had planned to visit their ancestral home in a neighboring state. But the passionate relationship Anita and I had been sharing for over two months had overpowered her to decide against going along with her family. I felt awful. However, that feeling was to disappear when I was overwhelmed by the thought of being in close intimacy with the woman of my dreams.Anand and the rest packed their bags and left. Anita was left alone in the house. It did not take long for me to stand. Firing a gun, although in a heavy rain, someone might still hear it. He didn't want to have to answer any phone call from a disturbed guest regarding noise complaint. The gun he took from the dead man was a Type 54 automatic pistol, a cheap Chinese copy of the famous Russian TT-30 pistol. He was familiar with the pistol, having seen it dozen of times before. He wasn't afraid or despise firearms. But in a country with a strict gun law such as his, the only people who had access to firearms are. The leaves were a wash of fall colors mixed in with the dark green of the juniper trees. Even wet, the view was breathtaking. Also, the sweet scent of the cedar trees seemed to ebb and flow on the breeze. Seagulls cawing above me screeched at each other in a rich repertoire of calls that were full of life. I squinted against the sun, as I followed a pair of the birds. “I just loved the wilderness, it was a far cry from working on a starship.”“There you are! This afternoon you disappeared like a.