A woman crying, pleading. A man yelling. Crashing. In a flash he was there at a building half a block away, using his x-ray vision to spot the trouble...: a middle-aged woman was in a corner, screaming in terror. Her husband was coming after her with a belt. Her two children had been locked in a bedroom where they were screaming. Superman felt her blood boil.In a flash, she'd kicked in the door and planted herself between the man and his terrified wife. He stood, hands on hips, chest out, looking. There are three women and four guys that kind of hang around together. Sometimes our spouses join us, but last week we were all solo. Let me start off by telling you that I am an uncontrollable flirt, and I sometimes enjoy flashing a little skin in the process. So, were sitting at a large booth at this bar and having a good time. We started talking about tattoos and I casually mentioned that Dave and I talked about my getting a tattoo, but I haven’t pursued it. Someone asked where I was. Many of the parts it was doubtful that we could use however we could sell them. As I said before the Concordat has two plants that produce Union Dropships. Anything that we took that we couldn't use ourselves we could sell to them. There were many megacredits of parts that we could save from the five ships. Anything that we couldn't use or sell I'd take to the smelter and turn into something useful. Unlike many, our Mech bays didn't have large piles of unsightly scrap metals piled up behind. "I am to search you, bitch" He just grunted. "That's why..." "You can't do that… And stop calling me a bitch" I protested. He grabbed my wrist and twisted it very hard. The next thing I knew was that he had me pinned up against the cold wall. He made me spread my arms and my legs wide apart so that I leant against the wall with my palms flat out. I struggled to get him away from me, but he slammed me against the wall. "You just stay calm until I finish with you, honey…”I saw you take all that.