Michel had mentioned the parked troop carriers as popular venues for sex, although risky. I thought how ironic the situation was. On the one hand, the...twenty-one men staying at the Inn would have felt safe having sex behind closed doors while, on the other hand, those at the base had no choice but to gather in dangerously vulnerable locations that offered darkness and a semblance of privacy, always looking over their shoulders and keeping their ears alert.What was supposed to be a search for a. .. or they were swimming to shore.I looked out the open sliding glass doors. Ah ... snuggles.“Junior?”She struggled up from David’s lap. They had both been crying. She came to the salon.“Yes?”“Period?”She turned...”David ... did you buy tampons?” “Sorry ... I should know better.”The look was shock.“I keep forgetting you’re not a little girl.”She bounced her food catchers at him. “I’m just short ... family curse. Did you?”“No, she’s pregnant. I wasn’t expecting ... a kidnapping. I do have work. Just hot.She ran her hands slowly over the top of her breasts by accident. Doing that adjustment thing that women do--I looked down at her breasts and looked away. She then pulled a suitcase in front of her legs. It blocked my view and made it really hard for anyone in the station to see her body.I went back to the laptop and working. This time, I made a real cellphone call. I blocked her out of mind. And yet...the smell of her perfume was really getting to me. It was a really powerful scent.I. I don’t really like any bladed weapons, because along with the metal, the soul of the wielder favors one direction. Blades are inefficient, and their poor direction and messy results are mirrored in the soul of their wielder.Most of all, I don’t like guns. True, it takes a lot of talent and skill to able to use a gun properly and have good aim, but the action of firing a bullet takes away the real skill. It distances you from your enemy, less of an attempt to protect your psyche than to make.