Those that ran to the sides of the road had the best luck in escaping being hit, but most stayed on the road, and were hit by the next batch of bombs ...hat fell. This attack took out about half of the column, so General Travis had lost around 1,100 men before he even reached Alieria.Herc was ecstatic over this success. It was unprecedented, and he was actually beginning to think that they had a realistic chance of saving the city. He was sure that, if they could drive off this latest hoard, it. The ride was smooth and in a short while they were over the Atlantic Ocean.Ann looked out of the window for a while and Bob started working on some of his paperwork. After about a half an hour he put the paperwork down and rubbed his eyes."Would you like to fly the airplane?" he asked.Ann gasped, "of course not. I don't know the first thing about airplanes."Bob took her hand and pulled her out of her seat, "Come on. Landings and takeoffs are hard but it's not hard keeping it on the straight and. How are ya? " , says the voice. The only words you get bring up when does few words are pronounce is ;" Hello , Jonathan."Jonathan Roosevelt , hitman , criminal mastermind , or even ex-boyfriend, are all goods nickname for that person. As said, Jonathan is a hitman, born and raised in this fined town of New York, which where you are currently. Even if you are working for him in the last couples of days, you always have to remember those days where you and him were only known as girlfriend and. Because of their significant others they were prisoners of circumstance, yet the attraction was fierce, animal, urgent.The urge wasn't to have an affair, the urge was to fuck.And it needed only opportunity.When opportunity came, they both hesitated, they were good people.But when their faces were inches apart, when he was close enough to sense the rising and falling of her clothed breasts, when she reached out one fair hand and lightly hooked her thumb in his belt loop---when they got that.