We'd be going to the Ming Court in Jingili for dinner. They left in the Rover.Maggie said she's be sitting on a bench reading while I "refreshed" myse...f. About half an hour later, I joined her. She was reading Meredith Mitchell's Native Grasses."It's a CSIRO book," she said. "I borrowed it from Shirl." How's she doing?" Very well." Can I buy you a beer? Or something?" Let's stroll to Mitchell Street and see what's there."Mitchell Street was but a block from the Esplanade. It was said to be. "Now, why don't you take me home and make love to me?" You are sex-starved!" I joked."No Chris...I didn't say sex..I said make love to me."And that is what we just did.We undressed each other slowly, taking special care in kissing body parts as they became exposed. Finally we were naked, standing by her bed. We held each other tenderly as we looked in each other's eyes, and slowly drew together in a spine-tingling kiss. Our lips sought the core of our intimacy and we welded together in a dance. I also masked myself away the best I could, ignoring the possibly following headache. I had only one goal: to put the man with the bow down, hopefully hurting him during the process.It was just like when I was hunting - at some point I became so focused on the task at hand that I really didn’t think of my actions. I was fully aware of my surroundings, even if I had fully concentrated in putting down my target. Gradually, I got closer and closer and soon I was only waiting the right moment. That. A hollowed bullet had forced its way thought her skull from behind and exited, taking part of her face.Ten feet behind them, a police officer took a hit on his shoulder and fell onto the ground, groaning. Blood spurted from the wound, and the dark red wet spot on the ground grew bigger with time. Five feet from the wounded officer, another officer was crouching behind a pillar, hiding from the robbers, fear painted on his face. He had an automatic pistol in his shivering right hand and his.