Once Sternigan’s assault rifle empties the creature throws down its arms. It steps forward into a pouncing stance. Sternigan remains calm as he stea...dily drops out the old clip and inserts another. The creature grabs each side of the doorway and lunges forward, tearing huge chunks of the frame with it. Sternigan takes up a defensive stance and waits until the last possible second then dives under the bulk of the slender thing. He rolls up to his feet and dives out the room just as a grenade. At midday, he went over to Mama Rosas kiosk. Mama Rosa specialized in old-style southwestern food. She had handmade tortillas, three kinds of fresh salsa, one mild one hot and a third that only the brave ordered. She usually had a posole that Wayne enjoyed. And on Sundays, she would have Menudo. But she always complained that she couldn’t get good tripe and wouldn’t call it Menudo. Today Wayne got his usual posole and two tortillas. When he offered payment, as usual, Mama Rosa refused. She held. They kissed passionately for a long time, relishing in the feeling of being together. He pulled her up to sit in his lap and she felt his hard cock under her, a sensation which made her stomach tingle. She ground her hips against him and felt his cock twitch under her in response. “Mmm I like that,” she whispered in his ear. “So do I,” he breathed out as he stood up, lifting her with him. He carried her to her bedroom, laying her on the bed and climbing in next to her. They started slowly. My mind wandered, as she had her own pleasure firmly in hand at the moment, back to the previous day. (The Previous evening) It was a hard day. I stepped into my semi-detached shop off of the south end of our house. I needed a shower badly, so I headed to the large shower I had begun installing in a back corner of the building. The plumbing had been run and the concrete floor was in, but it was still far from a finished product. I leaned forward, hand against the wall to steady myself. I let.