After what you did to Marissa, I wanted to tear you apart with my own hands.’ That was the second time she’d been accused of killing the woman. It...bothered her that she couldn’t remember the incident. Her only memories were of Marissa beating on her and having to defend herself. Why could she not remember taking the woman’s life? ‘I don’t believe you,’ she murmured once he’d released her face. ‘I didn’t do it.’ ‘Well then, who did?’ he asked. Their conversation was interrupted when a voice. “I’m sorry, I know you told me not to but I couldn’t…” She looked away again. “Afterwards, when I was finally able to stand up, I started to leave – but then I realized that there was a huge wet stain on the back of my skirt and I couldn’t go out like that so I went to the restroom. And when I took off my skirt I had to remember all over again that you had my panties, and why you had them, and there I was standing in this dirty little restroom, naked from the waist down and trying to rinse. The gunship crews reluctantly complied, but with a lot of grumbling, and the assault on the house by the troops actually began. The attackers spread out and hit as many separate doors and windows as they could. They had divided into two- or three-man units to make their attack. Each person was equipped with a personal IFF (identify friend or foe) beacon and detector, all set to the same frequency and keyed into the weapons, so there was no chance of accidentally shooting one of their. It had been a while since I'd last seen her. It must have been at least seven long years ago since we had first met at a mutual friends wedding. I had never been fucked before like she fucked me that night.. She was still ravishing with her long legs. Her skin glowing as silk and her breasts still firm. I wasn't sure if she had noticed me too but then, after a while, when I had just ordered my brandy, she looked at me and smiled whilst walking towards me. Slowly almost teasing me with her hips.