He looked in his early thirties. He was taller than anyone in her Italian family. Sherri guessed he was six-foot-four, and he was trim and fit. He was...wearing a neatly tailored black brocade African-style robe that flowed down to his black patent-leather shoes. He was clean shaven, and had a sexy Obama-style haircut. “Are you with the groom?” Sherri asked. “No, actually, the groom is with the bride. I’m just here as a friend,” he said, smiling. “Pardon me. I’m joking of course. I am an old. " Copy, thanks," Brian said. He turned to Lisa. "We'd better get our masks and goggles on. This shit is gonna get thick in a minute." Right," she agreed, reaching down and picking up her own mask.They covered their faces with the gas masks, which were capable of filtering out all but oxygen and nitrogen from the environment. They then pulled their combat goggles down over their eyes, setting them for infrared enhancement, which would allow them to see through the smoke. It was fortunate that. ‘Just step away from the fireplaces guys.’ They went ten feet away and faced Benni, who pointed the rifle into the air and fired it. ‘You can see it’s loaded. Now, next time – if there is to be a next time – I’ll kill you and perhaps pick off members of your families – those rotten sons of yours, for sure. I’ll kill you if you report this offence even if it’s after I serve eight to ten for doing this. The only way you’ll be able to stop me is to kill me. ‘Catch Arnie!’ Benni threw the rifle at. The shock and panic of being held naked and surrounded, of not being able to see what was coming or move their path. Every thought of a twist pulled at her insides and her head was held fast against it. She screamed against her gag, her breath filling the hood in a moist warmth. Before yesterday. Was it only a day? She had only ever taken her top off in front of one person. Now she was strung up on display with al these hands touching her. As her panic started to subside the noise and number of.