.phir hum us motor ke kamre mein pahunche or wahan ik bass manja parha hua tha…darwaza bandh kar diya…hum uspar baithe or phir ik doosre ke hoth c...usne lage…khet bahut door tak phaile the isliye humhe pata tha ki saathWaalen kheton ka maalik bhi hamen nahin dekh sakta…….phir hum nange ho gaye…aur maine use ik do chuupe diye or main phir side pose mein let gayi..or apni tangon ko hathon mein pakar liya or mera ched use dikhne laga…phir usne apna lund daala aur meri chudai karne laga..main aakhen. I wassure he didn't recognize me, but he smiled broadly and waved. I gavehim a little wiggle of my fingers as a reply, a definitely feminineresponse. I knew all he really saw were my legs in their short skirtand my exposed cleavage. He had no idea that I was the man who livethree houses down on the left. Finally I reached the first house.I took a second to be sure I looked okay. I pulled down on my hem,smoothing the dress over my butt. I lightly straightened my bangs withmy fingertips, licked. Following the others' actions, she steps away, pulling her hood back up to protect herself from the hot particles fluttering about. This is just as the green fire howls and more embers spew out, causing those around to recede further into the darkness.Luckily, its torrent doesn't last long. It crackles weakly for ten or so seconds before all its flames and heat are pulled into the pit in one swoop, snuffed out as if time reversed. What then remains are the tiny cries of the group. Their uneven. Sitting with her back to a tree, hidden just inside the cover of the overgrowth, she thought about the War five years ago. So much had happened, and she reminded herself again just how fortunate she was to still be alive. That she had survived even the first few minutes of the attack had been completely the product of luck. She was twenty-three years old at the time, and a member of the Army Rangers. She lived only because she had been on leave, visiting her family, when the attack came. Myra.