"I am going to choose fifteen seat numbers at random. If the people sitting in those seats are willing to play their part then they will join me to fo...m the firing squad."He paused to confirm that everyone thought this was fair. When no one objected he rattled out fifteen seat numbers and watched as the occupants all rose to perform their duty. The prisoners were marched out of the conference room and taken towards the firing range. The hundreds of survivors followed along behind to act as. She went to a medical shop which was at a distance of 300 meters from our apartment. I was shocked to see her buying a pack of condom. I thought that she was an innocent girl but I never thought that she would do such a thing. I came back to my house and was eager to see what was going happen. Around 10 pm a guy came to her house and rang the door bell. She opened the door with lot of fear in her face.When he entered inside she closed the door. I desperately wanted to see what was going to. The bedroom door flung open, the rusty hinges creaking in protest. She could barely contain her excitement at the first sight of him, panting and dripping from the rainy ride. He was mesmerized. Lit from behind, she looked like a porcelain goddess. Her wavy hair was tousled, delicate tendrils framing her angelic face. He could see the desire illuminating her enormous dark eyes so that they appeared like black orbs against the paleness of her skin. His gaze trailed down her body, lingering on. That brings our income back to more than just maintaining what we have. I looked at her I felt like a sheep worry that the shepherd would beat me with his staff. Just who do you have to let fuck you? Not me, Meg, I have to let you get fucked. I have to let you get fucked in front of me. Placing her hands on her hips she looked down at me. She looked like a school teacher catching a third grader cheating on a test. Who, she asked me her voice wasnt sounding as hard as a minute before. Her eyes.