She did the sameto her shirt, swiping half-heartedly at it with her nose crinkled. It wasbarely done properly but it'd have to do. She didn't have all...day towaste and she was getting cold sitting there in her birthday suit.She sniffed her fingers and winced at the stink, eyeing the horseshittrapped under her fingernails. Really she needed a bath; her and herclothes, but after the debacle the morning before that was the last thingshe wanted to waste time doing.She settled in the end for using. I turned, drawing another. I aimed. A bullet struck my hip. I didn't flinch as the pain burned through me. I wanted them to shoot me. I could take the pain. I loosed my arrow and caught a bandit in the chest.“Cunt!” a voice screamed.I jumped, turning to my right as a filthy, wild-haired woman leaped out from behind a car, a wicked-looking dagger in her hand. She slammed into me, her brown hair whipping into my face as we fell to the ground, her dagger thrusting and trying to stab me.“Get off. “Guess it’s your choice” he laughed, and luckily there was no argument after my fall. “Kaylee” I said, quickly, firmly and I’m sure unlike my normal personality back then. I heard some ooh’s go up from a few girls and her eyes widened in apparent surprise. She blushed a little and got up, following me into Chelsea’s closet. I opened the closet door and closed it behind her, knowing I was going to have to do this in a hurry. “Just relax and let me help you enjoy the next few minutes” I said. I'd been fifteen at the time and he had to be eighteen or nineteen."Phil, I remember you from the mail room. Are you in facilities now?" I'm a maintenance man," he answered, proudly, and then adding as an afterthought, "Mr. Oldham."He asked if I needed him to show me the space. I told him no, but to give me the key because I had visitors coming to see it the next day."I'll open it..." he began, but handed the key to me when he saw my open hand waiting for the key."Thanks, Phil," I said in a.