She chased me and hit me on my back.“You are not the only one who can pull a fast one” I said“You scared me”“I told you, it will cost”I sa... on the sofa, she on the chair opposite to me.“Nice legs Swati”“Thanks but shut up”“Did you wear it for me” I winked“Don’t have such high hopes”“Come on, it’s ok, you can tell me the truth”“Shhh…”I smiled and fell silent.I don’t exactly remember what we spoke for next five minutes. But I think the conversation can be classified under flirting.“Coffee?” she. I writhed with his touch and pushed down harder onto his hand. He glanced up at me all the while with his hand resting on the same part of my anatomy. “Don’t stop Ron, please don’t stop. It feels so good,” I begged/ “Are you sure Gail, I love you and would do anything for you. I know that you haven’t been with anyone since James passed.” “Oh Ron. If you only knew how good it feels. I also know that you haven’t been with anyone since you moved in with me. Who is going to know? I am feeling so. Dust dirt and sweat yeah but not even any blood from the enemy. And they were spooks Civilian Agents not any of the three letter ones you think of either. Black Ops didn’t have shit on these guys. The leader of the group was a tall man I remember his code name when he called for a MEDEVAC for us.He simply said, “This is Eagle I need a MEDEVAC my grid for [he looked at our team I held up my right hand with all five spread he made a grim face and continued] five wounded all litter surgical urgent. My research was clouded by the vast amount of information available on internet sites owned by Christian religions; not historical data at all, just religious dogma. From what I could glean from historical records, Jesus was a real man who lived two thousand years ago, in what is now called the Holy Land. He was born in what is now late March, and he was killed by the ancient Roman form of torture, crucifixion – I note with some interest that it is still a method of torture used by some groups.