I closed the door behind me and slid the catch back across to lock it.I threw him a small smile.He didn't smile back, but just kept staring at me with...distrust. I realised he had no idea that I was the man he'd just been fucking. He probably thought he was still using the same arse as he had from the beginning. After all, to some men, one butt-fuck is the same as any other."You lick ass," he demanded in a coarse whisper once the man outside had started noisily pissing. For all his unkempt. ”Sally chooses this point to step from the shadows. Not just the shadows of our hallway but the shadows in which she’s lived her life until this point.“Brian, you’re a coward and a bully. You have abused me since the day we were introduced but no more. Today, it stops.”No longer cowed and timid, Sally steps forward past Jen and me to stand over her miserable excuse for a husband. Naked like Jen she stands hands on hips and tells Brian a few home truths as he lies whimpering at her feet.“And. “We lost contact with team seven shortly before the explosion took place and the power went out. And we just lost contact with team seven,” an answer comes back over the microphone.“Damn it!” the man says, slamming his fist onto the table he sits in front of. ‘Any confirmation on kills from the special forces team members?”The question intrigues Bridges. Deep Six were certain no one knew they were going to be here and if their communications signal actually got picked up, it would be so. That is, until the day that Cheryl came to me and wanted to borrow my guns.Guns. Not real guns, Cheryl wanted to borrow my cowboy guns and holster and one of my cowboy hats for some kind of high school sorority initiation that she wanted to go through. She had to find some kid with the necessary cowboy items so she would dress up like a rootin-tootin cowgirl and Cheryl knew from seeing me around the neighborhood that I had a pretty awesome set of cowboy guns, holster, and the whole nine yards..