"Next time I'll wear a skirt. I know how much you like fucking me when I'm wearing a mini," she whispers.She glances at the clock on the nightstand an... mutters a soft curse before getting off the bed."I have to get moving," she tells me as she gathers her clothing and heads to the bathroom.I don a robe and head to the kitchen and pull a can of Coke from the fridge. I pop the top on one can and light a smoke as I wait for her to reappear. Wendy appears sometime later looking pretty much like she. To make it worse he was a terrible winner. Will never understood the meaning of magnanimous in victory. When his team won he really had to rub it in.’ ‘So there was another side to him.’ ‘Oh yes, but he never brought any of that into the house. That man robbed me of a model husband.’ Talking about her husband had definitely brought the colour back to Maria’s face. ‘Well, what does this driver bloke have to say for himself? ‘ ‘Nothing, and that makes it hurt more. He’s not even said he is sorry. ) Now they just float about, like un-exploded land mines, attacking basically at random and without warning, and not just the outer planets either, they've even hit one of the core worlds a few years back, though that was dealt with in under two hours by local LEOs and with only five casualties other than the attackers.Meanwhile the Miranda Wave has fanned the long dormant embers of independence in the hearts of a lot of old soldiers and fresh faced young rebels. No one admits to having met. Yeah! Donna extolled, clapping her hands. Donna took a step back. I started to crawl out from under her sink, when I noticed the a small dribble of water coming from under a drain pipe. Uh oh, I remarked. Donna squatted down and looked in my direction. Women, I said to myself, making a mental note, really should wear a brassiere. and underwear. Youve got a leak, I replied. Damn it, Donna replied. Harold is gone for the weekend. I can fix it, if you want me to, I replied. Donna smiled. Would.