I would delete the old file later.Next, I plugged Karen’s thumb drive in and uploaded her files. I created an outline of all the topics that I could...recall thinking and talking about since I started thinking about creating my own company and included the topics we talked about this evening. The list I made in the library was a good memory prompt. I gave these topics a Level-Two heading; I would add other Level-Two topics later. Once I had all my topics listed, I organized them into categories. God, there's no way you could know!" What?" Now the girl's curiosity was awoken. She rose on one elbow as well, long braid tossed out of the way behind her. Shanna grinned."Back home, in bad romance stories, people use the excuse of a massage to seduce someone." Oh." There was a hint of guilt in her voice. Shanna wasn't surprised to hear it. "Did it work?" If the writer of the story wanted it to, yes!" Shanna chuckled again. Reaching out, she poked Anelie's forehead gently. "Is this one of the. From ahead, I heard a voice. “Come on, let’s finish these bastards off and get out of here. We’ve wasted enough time with these damned farmers!” The anteroom I was in led down a hallway and I had a very nasty idea. I pulled out one of my grenades and tossed it so that it’d bounce off one wall, then another, so hopefully it would land in the middle of the room.It did just that. There must have been something else in there that was also explosive, as the sound of a secondary explosion as well as. The sweatshirt was slipped over my head and I blinked my eyes open. Tara stood above me. She was spreading the sweatshirt out in her hands and examining splashes of paint on it. Dan’s strong arms were wrapped around me – they’d shifted around, cooperating with my de-shirting, but they’d never let me go.“Don’t touch me,” I murmured, pushing feebly at the arms. “It’s all ruined. Don’t touch me.”Tara looked down at me. “I should be able to get this out. It’s only a few spots. Hopefully it won’t.