She was determined to be my friend, so I gave in early on and helped that along. Just to move things along, I'll give short descriptions of the... others, not that I'm intending to slight anyone, I'm sure their backgrounds and histories will turn up sooner or later in the telling of this story, or another one. Mikki; petite, bouncy, bubbly blonde who giggled a lot. Her predominant color was a soft pink, and she came across as the stereotypical air-headed little blonde bimbo so many. “Why do you say that?”“They are all dead,” Sword Flavia said.“You killed them?”“Yes. This is a war, isn’t it? You call it the ‘War on Drugs,’ right?”Feeling dizzy, Colonel Byrd said, “Yes.”“Death is what happens to combatants on the losing side in a war. The Tobo Drug Cartel lost. They are now dead.”Pulling himself together, Colonel Byrd said, “I hate to tell you this, but one factory and one warehouse doesn’t mean the Tobo Drug Cartel has lost. You got a bunch of low level people. We’re after. Linen curtains opened, blinds began to rise letting in the city sunlight as she could see a much taller more modern mirrored highrise across from her. Standing there beside the window, they stood as he directed her to get undressed in just as many words. Gladly, and not surprised, she lifted her dress over her head revealing her young natural breasts, and black lace panties. Her skin Irish white with not a trace of ever being touched before. She layed the dress down on the antique bench at the. ’ As she lit her stick I noticed her nose twitch, and I suddenly realized that my finger, my hand, my sleeve, all still rank with pussy, were directly under her nose. She sniffed again, searching, and I quickly blew out the match, hoping the smoke would mask the smell. I casually pulled my hand away and folded it within my other one, on the table, like an innocent schoolboy listening attentively to his teacher. Julie smelled the air again, giving me a suspicious look. Then her eyes shifted.