In Japan, they were called ‘kaiju’. Most countries and cultures eventually settled on their own descriptors to attach to the things.Tommy’s favo...rite term was the one being used over in England, where they were nicknamed ‘buggers’ after a popular but very tired TV news reporter began using the phrase, ‘Here’s what those buggers are doing today... ‘ and shockingly wasn’t censored for using the term.For Corporal Tommy Byrd, the ‘bugger’ his platoon was dealing with was designated ‘Target Bravo’,. "Ben?" she asked warily."I need the names of all your Task Force members, past and present," I told her without preamble."Those are confidential," she answered. "I can't give them out."I took a deep breath to quell my temper. It didn't appear to work."Elizabeth, I need those names," I tried."I can't give them to you," she told me. Anything resembling calm flew out the window."You have a group of cops ass deep in conspiracy to frame people!" I said in a loud voice. "You need to get something. " and she held me to her and I put myarms around her. I put my lips to her cheek and she slowly turned herhead to mine, our eyes met and we kissed. Softly at first and then ourtongues met. Her hips pressed forward into mine as we pulled each otherclose and her perfume was in my nostrils. I wish I could have stopped theclock of my life at that moment. After a few minutes, she said, "I'm sohappy you feel right like this. Come on, let's straighten up and godownstairs and have a drink." She touched. Luckily for me, these guys had hubby’s car fixed in a couple hours.The owner was a huge black guy, handsome and muscled; so I decided I should show him how much I appreciated his job well done. So, while we talked, I started rubbing my hands up his chest.The black man looked at me in my eyes and he grabbed my hand, putting it down to his huge bulge on his crotch. I looked down and began rubbing that huge hard thing that I imagined wanted to get free from those dirty mechanic clothes.The more I.