I couldn’t for the life of me remember what I thought or why. That day had been a blank since the British supply truck exploded and hell became rea...l. Phil turned into a red mist. He had been standing in front of me and just dissolved in front of me. He was just gone in a second. That image I had never admitted seeing especially to myself.Why after all the years had I remembered how I felt that day? That was also one of the questions that needed to be answered. Something had caused me to. She was alone and asked about her family. I learned she was a divorcee and staying alone in Bangalore, no kids, her parents passed away while she was married and her siblings are in Belgaum. We chit chat for a while and asked about me. I told her I am very new to Bangalore and recently got married and wife is in hometown and I am looking for a place in Bangalore to bring her.All of a sudden she started asking how often I travel home and all. I said once in a month or two. She asked about my sex. “Don’t blame me, you can blame Fiona for this one!” Jon rebuffed.“What, I never asked you to do that!” Fiona said defensively.Jon chuckled, “No you didn’t, but you need your customers to come to your office. And when the Carmichael’s get here they will need the same. We have to provide a way for people to get to the Warehouse without The camp’s privacy being risked. So after speaking to Jim, we agreed that we will need to have a second point of entry. So I decided to get a second drive that. I fixed myself a quick breakfast. Frankly, I couldn't even remember thelast time I had done that. Evan prided himself on making breakfast forthe both of us. He always jumped at the chance to be domestic. I washonestly a little surprised to find that nothing had changed in regardsto the contents of my fridge. It seemed Slut had the same taste in foodthat I did. For a brief moment I considered that maybe we weren't sodifferent after all, then gagged a little at the memory of how deliciousSlut had.