Her mind was in the clouds, or more the gutter, as she thought about being fucked from behind by a big black stud. This made her mouth water, as she h...d a fetish for black guys, since they had the biggest dicks. She had only had sex a handful of times, but only with boyfriends, and only one of them had been black. She thought wistfully of the sweaty sex they had had, when suddenly a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Damn girl you got a fine ass!". She turned around to see a trio of black guys. I thought it was the end of the world!”“Good idea,” chuckled Kate. “Pour me one too and we can toast out mutual stupidity.” I opened the bottle of malt whiskey that I’d bought at Heathrow, added some ice, took a sip and went to freshen up a little in the en-suite as I waited for her to arrive. Twenty-five minutes later there was a knock on my door.Stood before me was a very attractive smartly dressed woman about the same age as me, with blond shoulder-length hair.I found myself hesitating a. I didn't want to be one of those guys who couldn't cut ties with the military, always trying to get back to what made sense. In a way, if you are in long enough, you become institutionalized, every bit as much as a prisoner might. Plus, as Claire had said, that place had too many memories of the guy I used to be. The guy that died out in the Afghan mountains.I walked for about four hours. First I went through her neighborhood. Then, following the signs, I went down the side of the freeway,. . or assassin.-The Great Hall of the Vangon was a place of stern authority. Set in the heart of the Settlement and at the end of the Great Avenue, it had been the first civic building erected, built when the rest of the Settlement was nothing more than a loose collection of huts. With the building of the Great Hall, however, all that had changed, the original huts had been swept aside, and the Settlement had grown up around it as it had grown itself. But, in all that time, no building was ever.