I went to shopping and was returning back home. It was getting dark and I could see that most of the buses to my area were full; taking chance I board...d a crowded bus. There was not even a place to pin point in the bus, is tood there in the middle of the bus. After the bus started to move I felt a hand on my ass, my one hand was on the ceiling rail and the other hand had the shopping bag. I thought it must be accidently and did not care much, but to my surprise I could make out, it was not. Then from the shadows he fetched a wooden horse its legs body and head decorated and painted like a bizarre fairground piece taken off some fantastic roundabout, on its neck four scroll’s bearing three women`s names and a blank. On the back of the b**st a razor sharp single edged curved blade the ends higher than the centre, she was lowered till just above that horrific saddle, care was taken to open her sexual lips and then she was lowered just with that terrible blade separating her vulva. I was also more confrontational with people. This was a wild departure from before, but it felt right to me. It wasn't that I was suddenly argumentative, or that I ended up fighting more with people to get what I wanted. It actually seemed more efficient.The people surrounding me seemed to prefer knowing what I wanted and what I didn't want. I tended not to go along with things I didn't like as much as I had before, and certainly not for as long a time as I used to go along. My likes and. Our uniforms were doing an excellent job of absorbing the laser beams, but the suits were being overloaded, as evidenced by the fact that they were warming up. Either we had to win this fight pretty damned soon, or we had to run away. Our suits were reaching their limit on protection.I had tried replying to the laser fire with my .45, but these shooters had the sense to hide behind something, so my only chance of getting a solid hit would be with a ricochet. In desperation, we tried the only.