"Morris?" I shouted."He is right," Morris answered."Then we are tactical and hot. You may defend yourselves." I shouted to anyone listening. The small... boat turned tail and ran. I wanted to cheer, but I knew that it was too soon to celebrate."Here," Alex said handing me the sniper rifle. "I'm going to get a couple of LAWs (Light Ainttank Weapon) in case they decide to come back guns blazing."If they come back it will be under cover of night. So we watch the radar and the person on Deck watch. So I guess I should start at well.. the start.My name is Rath Cambson and this story started just the day after my 30th birthday. I was on my way to the store to buy things for dinner when suddenly I was dead. Yep, just dead I have no idea what killed me God wouldn't tell me. Yes, I met God. No, I'm not crazy … are you going to let me tell the story or not?I was standing in a nice modern style room that had two high back chairs and a small square table between them. I looked around the room for. That meant that some information stayed in my unconscious memory, the so called hardwired memory. I suppose it was a good sign that I was able to do more, but I still needed the file for the basic intellectual memory, the day to day stuff other people pulled out of their ass."Good morning Sam," I said when he walked through the door."You remembered me?" he asked."You popped up on my file under Thursday morning routine. So how are you today?" I asked."I am good. I do have a few things on for. He said, “A threesome needs to be a threesome and I believe she is ready for it. Let’s finish what we wanted to do.”I was clueless and asked him what his plan was.He said, “Let’s give her the experience of a threesome. Since this is your first time, you sit and watch, what say?” he asked.I had no clue as to what he was up to and asked him about his plans.Without answering me, he took his phone, dialed someone and asked to come over and shared our address. I gulped my drink and asked him about.