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Mr. Ricardo entered the disgusting little greasy spoon and immediately felt the need to send himself to the dry cleaner. He spotted his lunch appointment and glided to the table. The young looking man was dressed in jeans and a denim shirt, but his magnetism drew people in. He was the center of the diner's sparse lunch crowd, everyone choosing tables near him. "Good afternoon Mr. King." Ricardo said. "May I join you?" “Course you can son, that's why I called you. Have a seat.” He resumed eati...

Trudi, Triple B or TB to her friends, pulled the laces on her new eighteen hole Doc Martins tight. Well, OK they weren’t exactly new, she had picked them up at ‘Steve’s Seconds’ stall in Camden Market yesterday for a quarter of what a new pair would cost as an early twenty-fifth birthday present. They were in great shape and whoever had them before had really kept them polished. They went great with her new leather jeans and corset, although a few nights in the pit would take that shine right...

“First Sergeant Yung!” Captain Ponzi’s voice wasn’t the bark of a DI but it did carry weight. “Present, sir!” The shouts echoed through the crisp ocean air. Yung saw, practically felt, the intense scrutiny his CO measured him with. The men had built a bond over a course of months. It wasn’t one of love or even respect particularly as much as pure trust. Battle did that, if nothing else. “Report to the command tent in fifteen minutes.” “Affirmative, sir.” Yung turned to his line of troops and ...