I heard Natalie runupstairs and rummage through the closets. Whether she was late for work,or eager to give me a present, "HurricaneNatalie" always so...unded the same. As I heard her start back toward whereI was, I couldn't help but feel my pulse pick up a bit in anticipation.When she appeared at the doorway, she had a shopping bag in one hand, anda bottle of purple nail polish in the other. So this was to by my fate.Natalie then spent the next half hour trimming, shaping, and doublecoating all. They looked up to see just what was incoming. As a result, most were still standing when the first three mortar rounds exploded ten meters above their heads. Razor sharp shrapnel ripped into a group of engineers that were performing a land survey, blowing off arms, heads, legs, exploding air tanks, shredding internal organs. The next salvo landed twenty meters further west, blasting a squad of MPs who were providing overwatch for the engineers. The third salvo did not cause any casualties but. "Hi. I'm Ted."Brenda looked to her right, and then up. She was short, at five-five. The boy standing beside her had to be six feet tall."I'm a sophomore," he said, staring down at her. "You're Brenda ... right?"She nodded, swallowing.He handed her another cup of that delicious punch. She was suddenly thirsty and gulped it."You want to see the rest of the house?" he asked. The way he said it made it seem like it would just be a harmless walk."Okay," she said. She was disgusted that her voice. I guess I should have told you not to touch. Oh well, too bad, so sad." Shewhisper evilly, knowing that her victory over him was almost complete. "You have failed. Youhave lost. Now... enjoy as my thighs strangle the life out of you."The victim opened his mouth to voice a complaint or beg for more, even he didn't know what hewould do, but no sound came out... nor did any air come in. He had taken his last breathes... yetdespite that he was more than happy. His rigid member was ready to burst.