And then we strolled that golden sand, Two sweethearts and the summer wind. Then softer than a piper man, one day, it called to you. I lost you, I ...ost you to the summer wind.’ A note of interest: I mention the movie, ‘A Bell for Adano’ in the story. John Hersey won the Pulitzer Prize for the novel it was based on. Thanks to RoustWriter for his editing help. Regards, Jake ***** Chapter One—The End of Something ‘Like painted kites, those days and nights went flying by. The world was. My nails raked down his back and my legs held him in a vice like grip deep inside the soft silky folds of my spastic orgasmic cunt as I begged and pleaded for him to cum inside me, to fill my sopping wet tight cunt with his hot thick gooey sperm. Yes, yes, I cried out as I felt his cock begin to throb and swell. The cords of his neck were taut and sticking out as he yelled out my name and began bucking wildly as I felt hot jets of burning hot sperm blast into the walls of my orgasmic quivering. Then off to the train station on Britain?s wonderful train service! Will there be another breakdown or hold up? Very unusual to find a seat, standing packed into a filthy train, but same as everyone else. Then on the Tube to the office. Once in, sort the boss?s mail, make coffee, and begin another busy day until going home on the wonderful train again at 5.30 pm. Across town, Andy was waking in his rancid bed-sit paid for by the Social. Yet another bum on the ?give me a free ride ticket?. By. Those hostile forces that hadn't been killed in the defence of the Intrepid were now in secure detention. There hadn't been a single casualty amongst the passengers, the military or the crew. The Intrepid's outer hull was being repaired by the ship's capable self-renovation system which had sprung into action from the very first moment of intrusion. The few surviving invaders were being held in custody in the outermost level which, understandably, was now out of bounds. This would cause.