"Julia was attached to my left arm as usual. Suddenly her hands tightened into claws (ouch!) and I felt her getting up.I felt panic. What do I say? Ju...ia was about to do something, and I was expecting it to be bad, if not violently bad. People were listening, but if I said the wrong thing it might be me that Julia gets violent with.I tried a very definite, "No way! I don't even know your name and I have a girlfriend." Who was now mostly out of her seat and about to step behind me so she'd have. It wasn't that long ago that I was in a cushy job in a major city getting paid a nice salary for doing practically nothing. Things were moving along quite nicely until I started having some domestic difficulties related directly to my spouse's issues with menopause. After an extended period of unexpected abstention, I was at my wit's end to satisfy my frustration. It had gotten so bad that I was looking at the middle-aged housekeeper's ass waving at me from the ladder as she cleaned the blinds. Plus I wanted to Charles Bronson those two fuckers in the garage. And whoever had sent them.INTERNATIONAL INNOVATIONS INCUBATOR, had, so far as we knew, shut down their PTSD operation. The ZB8687 wing was closed.We didn’t believe it for a second. If they were willing to experiment on National Guard soldiers, men and women who had served in Iraq ... well, Macklin was capable of almost anything.And, they had an even larger lab / research facility in India. Indore. Who knew what they would be up. It smelled of the lilac-scented shampoo she had used for as long as I could remember - it was heaven. Still holding each other by the arms, we drew apart and looked at each other. A huge smile filled nearly all of her freckled face, which I then held as I moved my lips towards hers. Though I tried not to make the kiss any longer than our usual greetings, it had much more significance to me since the realization I wanted to bed my mother. She tasted so good to me - like, well, home-cooking - as.