Fortunately, while the bloodsuckers weren’t gone, malaria had been kicked in the head in the seventies.It still made Dey viciously glad for her impl...nted force fields.A mosquito tried to land on her shoulder, crumpled into a tiny spec of carapace and folded wings and she brushed it off onto the grated floor, where it skittered down to land on one of the streets underneath this one.The man who looked old enough to have survived the Trump administration puffed on his pipe and nodded. He spoke in. We’re a group of terminal cynics. We have this constant love-hate thing. I try to distance myself from it all and let Riley do the close-in work. You have to keep your distance from the men because all they do is bitch and moan and if you get with them before you know you’re bitching and moaning yourself. We only allow bitching two ranks up. The men bitch about sergeants. Riley bitches about captains . . . I bitch about majors and colonels. Riley has a way of saying “saving yourself Sir” when. She was only now aware of how small this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her upper thighs and ass. 'Its okay! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my cuts' She blabbered on, feeling her face burn red, and her skin sting with embarrassment.'Ahm' He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the doorway, door knob still in hand 'Did.. did you need help?' Mark asked, meeting her eyes for the first time. He tried not seem nervous, or inappropriate. Mark had already decided. A small noise on the floor above her had her widening her eyes. Now, she knew where she was! She heard that noise everyday. She was in a room somewhere in the court house. Where she had worked for the last 5 years. t Slowly standing up she struggled to remember how she had gotten there. She remembered one of the judges asking her to get a box of archived files from the basement. She remembered someone coming up behind her and grabbing her, putting a cloth over her nose and mouth. d**gged??? But.