I soon had typed up my report; basically all I said was that the mortar element of the infantry battalion had done a fully professional job, and that ...the training given to the Kenyan army had obviously been well learned. I made no mention of my involvement in the fighting at Fort Uhuru.As I sat there, enjoying a welcome cup of tea after finishing the report, my mind wandered back to the interlude I had spent in Mombasa. As I reviewed my memories I realised that instead of picturing Kylie I was. I fell to the floor and crawled away from the window as more bullets exploded through it and the wall beside it. I fumbled for the crossbow and looked around for somewhere to hide. I looked at the door as the firing stopped and lifted the crossbow pistol.It was moments before the man came through the door holding the weapon. I aimed at his head and squeezed the trigger. Normally the bolt would not have penetrated the skull but this time it struck the man's left eye and went through his brain.. ” We finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen together before heading upstairs to get ready for bed. While I was laying down watching Jessica clean up when I noticed something. Jessica took the big Tantus A Bomb out of her ass without asking me. “What do you think your doing! I never told you to take it out!” I shouted. She turned around at me with her pouty little lips. Just as she was about to speak, I stopped her. “Shut up”. I quickly got out of bed, grabbed her, took her to the bed, and. I can drive,’ I said. ‘Liar.’ Five minutes later, I was in the passenger seat and he was behind the wheel of my little black Mustang, obviously enjoying himself. ‘So why do you call this car Little Black, other than the obvious reasons?’ he asked me. ‘Well, it used to be Mama’s, you know. She called it Little Black because it reminded her of a pony from a children’s book she had when she was a little girl. Little Black and Big Red. It’s a good name for her, I think. It’s a really good car,.