But they were propably already sleeping since several hours and she did not want to wake them up.Nela went into the bathroom and took off her wet clot...es. Maybe she should have taken a taxi, she thought, but at the same time she enjoyed these late walks at night too much and she would not let them be ruined by the weather. She wiped her hair out of her face and went to the bathroom mirror. She inspected her slim body in the reflection. Her eyes wandering down her narrow shoulders, down to her. "This is the latest version of the armor, incorporating the changes you asked for. There are some added features I wanted to tell you about, also. Please don the armor and I'll go through the additions."Once they all had their armor on, M'rth continued his lecture, "The first thing I want to mention is that all of the armor's attributes are now controlled through your implanted radio. It works this way, say into your radio 'armor, invisible' and the armor will seem to disappear. Say 'armor,. You have strength and weapons stats on that paper. The object is to complete our contract in the most cost-effective manner. You’ve got a total of seven tanks with SRMs and LRMs and one 9-volley ATM. You’re low on ammo, but I’ve got two 100ton assault mechs who are going in first, so you should be cool.” That’s the last thing I get clearly; the rest of it is statistics about heat jumps or jet armor or sinking some damn thing.OK, I admit it – once I figure out what the hell was going on, the. It is a little long, but there is so much to tell.]The school bell finally rang, and my third-grade students filed out for the weekend. “Bye, Ms. Colleen. Have a nice weekend,” they said. I smiled, because I knew my weekend would be a lot of things, but “nice” wasn’t one.I’m Colleen, a 44 year-old married schoolteacher, and most people know me as a churchgoing mother of two teenagers. About two months ago, though, I decided that I needed more sex in my life. A lot more. And not with my husband..