Who were we trying fool? Swapping cigarettes back and forth and praying it might taste of our mouths. It’s strange how I didn’t think of a****ls u...til you touched me. That night, on the hood of the van. Your hands over my own and on my neck. A phantom now, I still feel it. In my mind, like a shutter on a camera. Capturing bits and pieces of moments that alcohol did not deteriorate. We felt like snakes. Two more shots now, and I think we are on to something. The feel of other people, the. Each one taking a room, making it home, and declaring it their possession. Some by graffiti on the door, others by a blunt sign that read FUCK OFF and STAY OUT.The smell of human shit and weed being smoked filled Ray's nose and made him wretch violently. Turning the corner of the long corridor of the first floor, he was pleased to finally come to the door of The Rat. Stained with a mixture of puke beer and blood, he kicked the door.No-way am I touching that with my hands he thought as a shiver. Once I was out of school, I ended upworking temporary jobs for a couple of years, never being any more than thedowdy girl with clothes hiding her assets, of which I had plenty. Big boobsand shyness do tend to go together for some and I tried to downplay my looksand assets as much as possible. Then I hooked into Jason's company in London,he was exciting and wild and had loads of cash from his job. He and I becamean item and I quickly loved to take Jason's money to lingerie stores anddressed to. That’s now their main party. I want to keep five or six with a rocket launcher here with the tractor-trailer rigs blocking the bridge. The job will be to slow them for sure and stop them if possible.“I figure everyone else goes through town and heads the south to set another ambush without much time. I’ll have to plan it on the fly.” I looked over at the truck driver. After you let us through, block the road. Are there more trucks that we can use?”“Yes, Sir. As soon as I block the road, I’ll.