And though Ayla fought like a demon herself, they had had the advantage of size and surprise and numbers and in only a moment Ayla had been bound face...down to a rack, her pants cut away from her with a knife.Their scheme was inhuman, she had thought to herself as they lowered her to the pit - so simple, yet so cruel. Her legs were free, though her hands were still bound together and leashed, and they had told her she was free as soon as she climbed out. If that was too difficult, they had. . Clint could use another female opinion, though, so there's a swap there." Where did this come from?" Louise asked. "Last night?"Terence flicked a glance at Bonita and then Brenda. "Yup. Nita kinda hinted that everybody is tiptoeing around me. I don't have any problem with it." We ain't talked about it," Fred interjected."But you've been thinkin'," Terence argued. "And you ducked Clint last night so there wouldn't be no trouble. Well, there won't be." Okay." Fred shrugged. Nobody was going to. Ware had grown up steeped in old books on military history and on the memoirs of warriors. He hadn't idealized the army itself -- obviously, it was a hard life -- but he certainly had expected the vocation of an officer to be something serious, adequate to his intellectual interests, requiring not just leadership but strategy and foresight. In Yemen and then in Somalia, he found himself useless, unable to plan because his missions had never been defined, and without enough power to define them. As for me I was always a pretty good athlete, playing football, basketball, and track. I played safety in school because of my urge to just hit people and hit them hard.During my junior year, my friends and I decided to go to this Halloween party. My friends and I decided to dress as our favorite super hero. I was Spiderman, my friend was Thor and my other buddy was the Hulk. When we got to the door I could not believe all the hot girls at this party. There was a group of girls at this party.