Maybe they’d even pay attention.’ ‘Ah, you want a miracle, is that all? No problem.’ It was a detailed manuscript of a quick, one-man strike o...n an army complex in a made up Middle East country. The character was from Mossad, the Israeli intelligence agency, synonymous in the Arab World with terrorist. I finished the entire thing in twenty minutes, I would’ve finished sooner if my uncle hadn’t dropped by for a surprise visit. My uncle Mike seemed to be a well-built, forty-year-old, blond space. I would rather you played with me."Opening her eyes wide, Angie almost whispered, "You'd rather what?"Putting down the book she had in her hand, Lucy reached out and slipped her hands around her young school friend's waist, saying, "I ... I'd rather you played with me, Angie, I've often thought of you with your hand up my school skirt and between my legs, doing the most wonderful things to me through my gym knickers." Oh, fuck," Angie groaned, "I've often thought the same. Lots of times after. “Look.” She finally murmured out, exasperated. “If this is some sort of joke then I am not amused!” She waited in silence a few moments more, the look on her face daring the phantom voice to try and break through again. “Help me, please. Help me!” The voice came again louder, more panicked and this time Andrea swiftly set her drink down upon the table. She pushed back her seat and trotted walked out to the balcony. She cast her eyes out to the sea, scanning the waters inch by inch, ravenously. "Nothing to it... When we get back... Be rich!" The deeper voice rumbled soothingly. The first voice spoke in a more subdued tone, too softly for him to make out the words.The truck door slammed, followed by the clang and clatter of an electrically opened door. There was a hiss of releasing brakes as trucks moved forward one by one, their turbines whining faintly in the silence. Chad's truck lurched after them, and he could hear the big door starting to close behind it.They were falling! He bit.