Black, strikingly beautiful, about eighteen, or so. Vaguely familiar, then it hits me. Vicky's girl, that's been ten years now sence I saw her or her ...om Vicky. In her hand was a set of keys, upon inspection one was my front door key. Why did she have it? I never got it back from Vicky after our fight. Maybe this was some kind of mistake on her part, she somehow wound up at my door, and let herself in? Well what ever happened, I needed to make sure Vicky knew she was ok, so after looking. Mine could be a Sally; then I could hum, “Ride, Sally, Ride,” during sex. Or Maryanne, and thus it would be known as, “So Long, Maryanne.” This naming process always seemed ridiculous to me. One girl I knew had named her ex-boyfriend’s penis, Arthur, which could sum up images of either Excalibur or a somewhat shabby brown dressing gown. My cock is what I would call an accordion cock. Not that it can play such jigs as An Jenem Tag or Zorba’s Tanz but it has the remarkable ability to remain. I am assuming this target will not be a headquarters but just a camp of ordinary warriors.”Numa frowned as she thought on this. “How dangerous is this attack going to be for our own warriors? I am responsible for them, remember; they are my people.”“I can’t promise anything in advance, Numa. All I can say is that through intense training and good leadership, I hope to be able to bring them all home again; hopefully without injury or death. It is always a possibility in the life of a soldier. I collected my hairbrush and other things fromthe bathroom and that was it. I quickly glanced round the room to makesure i hadn't left anything, then picked up my case and my handbag andwent down to reception. I waited a couple of minutes until my sistersarrived.We handed the keys to the young lady at the reception desk. "Checkingout?" she asked (as they always do). She checked the numbers on the keyswith the reservations on the computer screen. "I have a Miss Edwards anda Miss Edwards and a Mr.