They have had too much training in war and the use of violence to be allowed to remain in the city,” the Councilman injected into the talks.“Yes,�...�� the State Representative agreed, “but that should be extended to all of the veterans. They should all be made to register and wear a means of tracking them to ensure they are not planning something against the government, and they would be easier to round up that way.”“What about the rest of the homeless?” the third man asked.“The state should take. I just thought for a while and asked them that I will too join them if they don’t mind. They saw one another and said that they will tell me after they discuss about it. They just felt weird when I asked them and I could see that in their faces. It was the night when I got a message from one of them. He told that they were planning a boy’s trip so it would be very rough and odd for me. So he asked me to think a lot before I say okay to them. I just replied that am ready for that. He said that. I sat by the pool in the baking heat thinking about what to wear, where I would go, where I could possibly end up at the end of the night.Later that afternoon, I went into the main bar to get myslef a drink and to cool down a little. It was then that I noticed the band setting up on the stage at the other end of the bar, well in fact it was the drummer that I noticed and had zoned in on. I took to a stool and watched as the guys set up their equipment, but I couldn't take my eyes off the natty. But I noticed something else in Jane’s eyes. She realized our predicament; she, a good 8 inches taller and 20 pounds heavier than me and as strong as any high school boy, had me pressed to the ground, her legs on either side of my thighs and her hands clamped around my wrists, pinning me down. Her dress hiked up her thighs, knees against the dirt and face inches from mine.Jane looked at me, meeting my gaze. She sat up, scrunching up her dress as her butt went against my crotch. She paused, not.