" How..." George sputtered, then stopped himself. The old man drew back indignantly, and started to open his mouth, but George interrupted. "I know, y...u're a magician."The old man smiled. "To be a good broker, you have to know your customers, right? What they want? What their goals are?" George nodded. "Well, it's the same for me. As a good storekeeper, I need to know my customers."George nodded slowly, still not sure he completely understood. "You said you can help me?" he finally managed to. The Troopers breached, swinging their oversized PDWs around the domed interior as their helmet-mounted flashlights cut through the swirling dust, finding that the trio of occupants had all been slain by the blast.The Kodiaks were moving up to the next trench now, striking the pillboxes with their main guns as they went, the railguns pulverizing the concrete fortifications. One of the tanks from Foxtrot company on the far right flank suddenly started emitting a distress call, Sarif switching one. She followed, still attempting to will herself anonymous. Cerie was so absorbed in hiding she bumped into Wyatt's back. The young man pulled his camera from his bag."Here?" she hissed.They were standing in a narrow alley. Only three buildings down were a small well-lit market and a fairly busy liquor store. The mouth of the alley was directly exposed to the street. Occasionally a car drove past. The only saving grace was the street light directly over them had burned out. Wyatt connected his. “Have to have something solid other that wine and fresh cum” Lisa said in anticipation of the evenings upcoming event.It was a warm sultry summer evening in Swaziland.“What should I wear?” I asked.“Not much, but I have something festive in mind for you.” Lisa replied going off to the bedroom in her still naked state. She returned with some red ribbon that she used to fashion a bowtie around my neck. There was still some red ribbon left which she tied in a neat small bow at the base of my now.