I rushed a bit in order to get in the shot while the man was still so exposed, but I was still determined to make my shot count. I fired, but bad luck...finally showed its ugly head. Just as I fired at Sanchez's chest, one of the other men leaned over and was struck by the bullet intended for Sanchez. This man fell into the fire and extinguished it, cutting off all chance of getting another shot at Sanchez until later. I must have killed the man I hit, because he did not move out of the fire pit. “I know, you apologized – and I’ve accepted. What I meant was this whole mess we’re in is getting to me.”“I know.” He pressed the comm panel.“Good evening, Admiral,” a female voice responded immediately.“Evening, Margaret. May I trouble you to bring dinner for two to my quarters, please?”“It’d be my pleasure, Sir. We should be ready in about fifteen minutes.”“That will be fine, thank you.” He ended the call and turned to Luisa. “I can show you to your cabin if you’d like to freshen up for. “Mom, I’m fine. They couldn’t find anything wrong. Why else would they let me go so easily?”“I don’t know honey. I’m your mother. I worry about you. You do realize that, right?”“Yes, I do,” I told her. “But, I feel fine. Can we talk about something else? Please?”And, so, the conversation, mostly one-sided, careened off in a new direction: we talked about getting me a car. We’re not talking a Mercedes Benz, BMW, or Jaguar. Not that I couldn’t afford it, considering my wish to cover purchases and. I had been in the house all day interviewing nannies. It was so boring and I was horny as hell since I hadn’t been able to masturbate all day. My son was napping and the nanny interviews were done for the day, so I decided to go sit out in my back yard. I was wearing a pink tank top with a loose pair of draw string shorts. I am not in the habit of wearing underwear at home and today was no exception. As I sat on the lounge chair, I began to think about Hector and his men. My naughty thoughts.