The way she watched so intently, her lips parted, breathing heavy. She must have been jerking off, Amber thought. Who could blame her! It must have be...en so hot. She had a front row seat to Eric ramming her over and over. She grabs a cover up and glides down the stairs. Eric sees Amber saunter thru the living room in her cover up and knows its beach time. He grabs his from the suitcase and drops trough. He slips on a pair of blue and white board shorts and grabs two towels. Out the door in. A fancy stereo in a black entertainment center was under it. Large speakers were on each side of the entertainment center. The only thing she saw that was out of character for a bachelor pad was the vase of flowers on the coffee table, which after a closer look, she saw were fake. To the left of the foyer where she was standing, was a fireplace.Mel heard Sean returning and quickly closed her eyes again. When she heard him stop in front of her, she spoke without opening them."About time you. It boasted 10 magnetic launch torpedo tubes, fore and aft. Plus, MIRV capable launch missile tubes along the centerline, Both above and below. In all they could launch 10 missiles with 10 MIRV’s each. These folks could launch 100 independent missiles at once. who knows how many of those would be atomics.And as far as the torpedo tubes, the standard cycling was 5 minutes. They could launch 20 torpedoes every 5 minutes. And if they ran to the standard FN compliment, they would have 5 reloads per. She didn’t want to shout over the hiss of the torch so she waited in the wide-open doorway in front of her car. Before long she ran out of things to focus on. He had a birth mark on his elbow so she ended up focusing on that for a while. There was something familiar about it, and when she realized where she’d seen it before she decided to get back in her car and leave before he figured out someone was there.Then the torch cut off with a pop.He straightened and pushed the mask up from his face..