But he would have none of it. He quickly tied her hands behind her back and yanked her to her feet. ?Get moving, cunt. We’re going for a walk. He pu... tape over her eyes, and then took her out the door and out of the building. Kumiko started struggling again, briefly, when she felt the cold outside air. A solid punch to the belly kept her in line. He walked her to the classroom section of the campus, outside the library and near the computing center. There was a good sturdy tree that would do. “Nice to meet you, Dave. I am Kathleen.” We talked some more about the various bands as they came on stage. Then I found the courage to tell her I enjoy talking with her and she seems to be a nice and a friendly woman. She thanked me and said I seem pretty nice, too. Then like an idiot, I blurted out that she has nice legs. She looked me up and down, I thought maybe in suspicion or disgust. Then her eyes locked on the zipper of my tight jeans, and she stayed focused there for a while,. I couldn’t help but notice a very pretty older woman , well dressed fantastic figure , alone crying , so me being me , wandered over to see if she was ok, needed any help, she looked and sounded upon approaching her , as if she was in distress and either vert drunk or taken something , so I stayed and chatted a while trying to get sense out of her, where she needed to go to get home , and said I would get in the taxi with her to make sure she was safe, as she looked vulnerable, and not fully. That fortnight was something like the 'real' army, and I didn't experience any flashbacks then, so it must be the amount of time spent, or not, in a military environment which determined the frequency of flashbacks, or at least it seemed to be in my case.On September 10th I moved into my apartment in Bourne Mansions, and celebrated both milestones — my promotion to CQMS and becoming a property owner — by conducting an energetic battle with Stephanie on her war game table.This was followed by an.