The artillary was accurate than before. Rifles were easier to load and fire. Machine guns were plentiful with the ability that only one could cut down...hundreds within minutes. Then there were poison gases, flame throwers, and later tanks. That was just the ground war. In the air, planes were more nuisances than war machines. Yes, there were dog fights as one tried to shoot down the other. Planes were also used to scout out enemy positions on the ground with an ocassional bomb being dropped. Of. "Easy there, sweetheart. That's enough until we get where were going. I can't be carrying you, and you'll have to be awake to get us the goods."Lynn smacked and licked her lips. The wine tasted better with every new swig. She felt very groggy."Where is it we're going again?" she asked. She kept forgetting."We're going to collect your stash of pictures and tape recordings - the ones you and Jenny have been hiding all these years." The ones of all the men?" Lynn asked. She had to keep asking. We stared at each other for a long moment. Then it happened. I lost it. “No!” I shouted. “No! It can’t be true! How can they be dead?” Sam grabbed me and shook me. “Chris, calm down.” “Calm down!” I cried. “My parents are dead and I’m supposed to be calm?” I shoved him away and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. I grabbed my baseball and hurled it across the room. It shattered the mirror that was on my wall. Great, I thought. That’s all I need, more bad luck. My parents had gone out. I did that very quickly and followed her upstairs to watch her getting changed. As soon as i entered the bed room she said we are not fucking so dont even try i just laughed and said ok i didnt want to anyway (lie, i did she looks fucking hot in her gym kit) i just told her i was going to do some work and would leave her in peace.She had on a pair of very tight pink leggings and a crop top she went down stairs to the front room to start her yoga session, as soon as she left i texted John to put.