Twenty SixSunday, August 10th 2014
New York, USA
“Who the hell were those people?” Diane exclaimed. Her dirty and ripped nightgown barely covering her beautiful n***d legs.
“My best guess is the terrorists Manama and Ruddy were talking about.”
After entering the metro station with a bang riding in the forklift they crashed through the ticket-barriers breaking them into hundreds of pieces. At the bottom of the stairs they had to abandon their smoking truck as it decided enough was enough and retired. Luckily for them the train arrived only a minute later and they jumped on, still wearing their nightgowns and slippers. They were on the move before their pursuers even came into sight.
At that time of night there were not many passengers to complain about Diane and Geoff's look. The only
