Dazed by Xena’s beauty Arthur was slow to react.“So should I be insulted?” Xena asked. Her smile was perfect, but that wasn’t where Arthur’s...eyes were locked.“Huh?”“You crossed my name out.”“Oh sorry I just thought maybe I shouldn’t...” Arthur couldn’t keep his eyes off Xena’s perfect breasts. Two nipple shaped bumps deformed the toga’s fabric. Making it clear the college freshman had left her bra next door.“Maybe you shouldn’t what?” Xena teased turning slightly to show off her side boob.. * * * * *Scott Tanner never wanted to be a math tutor, or a teacher for thatmatter. He'd gone to college and grad school with dreams and visions ofbeing an aerospace engineer and working for a company that was involved inthe space program. Upon graduation from grad school, he'd had lots ofoffers of work, but none in the field he most wanted to pursue.Undaunted, he'd moved to Southern California and began applying at thevarious aerospace companies that were headquartered there. After a. All around him things were different.A bed was in the room; a bed with pale pink sheets and a pink woolen blanket. On the floor there was a carpet. Blue and red threads had been woven together to make an intricate purplish design. Next to the bed was a nightstand. On it sat a squat pottery lamp and an alarm clock. A large dog, probably a German shepherd, sat, chained, in one corner of the room. It didn’t seem to be awake.He crept over to the door. It was solid oak and had flowers and vines. My men moved into position.Tango, in the overwatch car, came in the back door with his “Hostage Negotiator” rifle. This was a .22 with a silencer, scope, laser, range finder and custom loads. The scope was calibrated out to 40 yards. It is ultra precise, and quiet as a whisper. He took his shooting position using some sand bags on the table for a gun rest. A blanket was draped over him and the gun so he was hidden in the dark room. Two other guys were in the side hallway, ready around the.