She continued hitting his chest, pushing him back, and when he tried to swing, she caught his sword arm in her hands and forced it down against her kn...e, cracking the bone. He didn’t cry out—the red-eyes almost never did—but he dropped his weapon. She gave him one last punch to the jaw, knocking him out.Stopping to catch her breath, she looked around at the battlefield. Over half of the red-eyes were down, and the rest were already engaged. Then she saw two more approaching from the other side. " I just grinned at her, unsure of what to do. Getting my wits about me, I invited her in, and with some embarrassment, cleared the newspapers from the couch. I don't spend any time in the living room, but didn't think it would do to invite her back to my bed room. Not that the thought wasn't appealing. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. My name is Joanne." Smiling my stupid grin again, I assured her that I was ok and introduced myself. I offered her a drink, though the only thing I had. And from what Lindiwe had heard about these camps, her most likely fate there would be a lonely death while she waited for a decision from the many government agencies and private charities that were fruitlessly arguing with one another over the responsibility for feeding the millions of desperate souls in their care.No one would want to be burdened with such responsibility when there were so many other more immediate needs to address.Lindiwe didn't expect Ashton Lovelock to treat illegal. She slowly straightened up and looked at me through bloodshot eyes.“I did some checking online. There’s a swing club a few miles from here. They’re having a meeting this Friday. I’m willing to try it if you think it’ll help. You can fuck several men and I’ll get a little new pussy myself. If you think swinging would help you control your obsession, we’ll give it a shot. According to the website, there will be five or six other couples there. The men and women aren’t likely to be all that great.