’ said Westboro. ‘I’m so tired of you, Commander. I gave you every chance, I told you what to do last night. You didn’t do it. Ergo, our time ...s done. I win. You lose. Period. Now get on that helicopter and get it up there, or watch a lot of people die——‘ Suddenly, the guards fell on their faces on the ground as bullets slammed into the backs of their heads. As Westboro began to realize what was happening, a .38 Special revolver slid up his neck until the barrel was stuck into his right. After a few days of chickening out I finally got up the nerve to speak with her. After the normal hellos and she told me her name, (Alexa) and small talk I started asking about her and what she did for fun. She told me she loved to play sports and watch wrestling, which as a young man sounded perfect. Within a few days were spending our afternoons with each other and much of the evenings. Her parents were away a lot and so we spent a bunch of time at her place. The only thing with that was. What stuck in my head though, what really got me thinking, was that shewasn't beautiful. I don't mean she was ugly, far from it. She was finelooking, pretty even. But not a knockout. God this is coming out allwrong - and if you ever read this unknown Robot Loading Operator FirstClass then I am so sorry, this is coming out all wrong. She was aperfectly good looking girl. I just knew that from everything I'd beentold, I'd be better looking. Objectively I mean: facial symmetry andwaist/hip. ” He warned. He couldn’t get any harder! Charmaine struggled inwardly. That was so rude, that was past the line! Why would she do that to the man she loved? She looked at the clock. 2:19. She would be late if she took any longer. She looked at Ryan. He was so sexy, his strong, naked body hovered above her. His huge tool was rubbing against her needy entrance. “Okay.” She relented. “Promise?” he asked. “Yes! I promise! Put it in!” she ordered desperately. Ryan smiled, and pushed forward. Her.