I flipped my fire selector to full auto and my ammo choice to incendiary. The Stuka was still a little out of range when I started shooting, but I did...n't mind wasting the ammunition. I put up a steady wall of fire and let the Stuka fly into it. God! What a sight when the monster flew into those incendiary shot. Its body and wings seemed to go off like a Fourth-of-July fireworks display. Its wings lasted only a few seconds under the rain of shot, and it crashed practically at my feet. I ran back. All three walk out to find two guys in FedEx uniforms are waiting with two trolleys of boxes. One holds up an electronic tablet and asks, “Kyle Alexander or Stanley Patterson, ID please?”Kyle pulls out his wallet and shows the man his ID while he reads the tablet. He puts it down and says, “I’ll sign when I check them all. It says here you have fifty-two boxes and an envelope.”The man nods, “Yep, fifty-two boxes like these and an envelope. Now where do you want them?” After a short discussion. ‘Yes.’ ‘And you’re not from New York City are you?’ ‘Actually, no. My folks are back home in Los Angeles. I’m studying to be an actress. I live in Greenwich Village in a rental apartment.’ ‘They must have money to send you all the way here for that.’ She found it rude or uncomfortable that he said that so she did not reply and merely froze. She then began to read a book. The route to Greenwich Village was long, even in nighttime, and the girl looked as if she was ready to fall asleep. She had. I sat confused, it happened so quickly and his smell was so strong, the smell of semen in fresh air is so distinct, I could still smell him later that night as I relived the encounter in my dreams.He fled the area leaving me still rooted to the bench, I was alone and as I gathered my wits I took heed of the off white trails of semen, soaking into the fabric of my blazer, the thin paper of my comic, and running down the back of my neck from my hair, he was a heavy cumer, and I bore the brunt of.