“What, why think hockey?!”“Think hockey, like you’re killing a penalty, so you’re outnumbered by the enemy five on four. You have to play zo...al defensive coverage. Now if it was a tank battle, and you’re outnumbered, out-powered, how do you defeat the enemy?”Brad said nothing. “What do tanks run on?”He thought a moment, “Gas, no, diesel? Diesel!” He confirmed.“So tell me, now what would you do?”“I’d cut off their supply line of fuel and make them chase us around wasting fuel, then running out,. "Which Attach? staff member am I after today please Roy?" Jeff asked."Hubert Julian, he's dining at Fromage Flaire," he said.Jeff could recall images and scenes of him chatting up diplomatic staff,including performing sexual acts to ensnare them, he desperately tried tosay something or run but instead he felt compelled to pick up Mary-Anne'ssecurity badge and walk to a taxi he knew was waiting. As he walked outthe project room he realised it must be a normal workday as the officewas full, a. I just kind-of dropped onto my knees, landing both of them in his stomach. He kind of rolled into a ball and lay there quietly moaning.Jean was trying to cover herself and with a deft movement, I chivalrously slipped my jacket off and handed it to her."I know you don't like the idea, Jean. But I think you had better let me take you home tonight," I said.Jean slowly got out of the car and began walking; she seemed to be in a daze and I had to physically guide her over to my own car. The jacket. Should I call you or nudge you?” I turned, my heart leaping. It was Ray. I hadn’t seen the man in years. My eyes traveled his length, taking in everything. His shaved head, those amazing eyes, his very capable mouth. He was jogging and without a shirt. I took notice of his tattoos, his lean and muscular physique. At his crotch was already a noticeable bulge. His legs looked just as strong as ever. “Hey beautiful,” he said in his soft, sexy.