"One Nakajima NK1C Sakae 12 engine. 14 cylinder two row radial, 925 horsepower," she recited. "Two 20 mm cannons, two 7.7 mm machine guns, wing racks ...or two 30 kg bombs. Speed: 316 mph. Range: 1,930 miles. Ceiling: 10,300 meters, roughly thirty four thousand feet. Wingspan: 39 feet 4 inches. Length: 29 feet 9 inches. Low-powered but light, very maneuverable. 10,815 were built. Vast numbers expended in kamikaze attacks. None left intact. At least, none known..." What's all that mean?" Ollie. “I don’t know if I need to now.”“Why not?”“I don’t like peeing in front of strangers,” he says. “I don’t even know who you are.”I laugh and pick myself up. “Well, my name is Colin. I’m fifteen years old and this is my house. As you can see we pretty much have the same body type, but I have short blond hair and blue eyes. Know me now?”He shrugs his shoulders, “I know you well enough, I guess.” I nod my head. “Well, then. I have to take a piss, so you can do what you want.” I reach into. As soon as he had dismissed the possibility of a strange dream he leaned back and let out a sigh.“How have I earned this?”For a second she let go of his dick to speak.“It’s your birthday, stupid. You didn’t forget, did you?”Robert couldn’t help but laugh, still confused. He was pretty sure he was still a good two weeks away from turning a year older, but he wasn’t sure if he should correct her.“Eh, whatever”, he thought aloud and Lena started giggling as much as her tongue circling around the. .. don’t be late.” “Yeah, no worries,” she muttered as she hung up the phone. She had a feeling she wouldn’t be thinking about much else in work today. At 7pm exactly, Eve alighted from the cab and made her way up the stairs at Towerdene. She had taken the time in the cab to practice breathing techniques and get her hammering heart under control, but no matter what she did, she could feel it thumping away inside her chest. She faced down criminals every day for god’s sake. How did one man.