David cleared his throat, “What’s my mission?”“Watch,” She twisted the cap off her vodka can splashed a quarter of the glass full. It was a ...quat little dodecagon tapered into a triangle faceted fake crystal look at the bottom. The vodka was up to the top of the triangles. She shook up the orange juice and filled the glass near the brim, “There, now you know how to make my drink.”“Right, vodka, orange juice, rohypnol, check.” David nodded. Avery snorted.“Vodka, orange juice, GHB,” She rolled. The 777 was crossing the International Date Line and the equator at 40 thousand feet when the bomb in the fuel tank turned the fuselage into a crematorium. The heat crystalized the metal and the wings were the only part of the aircraft found. No DNA evidence was found.There was no DNA because the soldiers weren't on the aircraft at the time of the burning ... they were present up to a millisecond before and then they were in Mother ... those judged acceptable were offered new and longer lives. We talked about him at dinner I asked if she liked him , and think this could be the first guy? she said maybe ,I said lets see if he comes around tomorrow,if we does I make believe I'm sleeping,see if he flirts, she agreed.Next day here he comes .strikes up conversation I fall asleep I hear him asking after little conversation and he thinks I'm sleeping if she would like to have a drink later that night.My Wie asked I have to ask my husband ,I hear him laugh then he says ,I dont think he/ll. ” She places my hand on her skirted thigh as she leans over. I put my free hand around her shoulders, lowering my lips to hers. 'H'’s lips are even softer than I imagined. Her lips taste like strawberries, tongue almost tasteless as it make a cautious exploration of my mouth. Her hands encircle the back of my neck and shoulders hold me to her feeding kiss.We break apart. Breathing hard, I look down to see that I inadvertently slid 'H'’s skirt over half way up her thighs. I can’t seem to regain.