She got sad because I was moving away. We talked about dinner out Friday night and I agreed. We had a good time, but it just wasn't the same.Two weeks...later, give or take, the first of the people who were going to brief me came in to town. Ms. Webster was actually a buyer for some of our ancillary businesses and I wasn't going to be her supervisor when I got to Denver. She worked out of Sacramento and her "chain of command" went through another channel. But she had all the information necessary. He asked what I had intended to do with it and I explained my theory of taking out terrorists with it from either converted bombers or a drone."That's why you're here dude. How many lives would be saved by not having to send troops into some hellhole to root out the bad guys? 200 miles is already low earth orbit. You could use satellite imagery to pick a target and no terrorist would be safe. They can't stay inside forever." He added a bit of useful information "I worked on a couple of laser. We joined the ladies once again, and the party started to wind down. After all the guests had left after many more congratulations, Mickey and I made for our bed as well.We opened the door to find that Trouble, Mickey's kitten had made herself busy with the roll of toilet paper in our absence."Damnit, Trouble! Just look at the mess you have made!" Mickey was clearly irritated. For her part, Trouble did peer out from under the pile of paper before she ducked back in to shred some more of it.I. She waited in the eerie silence for over fifteen minutes and hoped that Steve would not show. Still she waited until the clock was showing twenty past two; a moment later she heard the heavy double doors swing open at the far end of the racking and slam shut behind Steve who was marching over looking very pissed off, this was confirmed when he shouted across at her.“Take your fucking trousers down and bend over that pallet you fucking stupid slut..............NOW!”She knew he was pissed so.