In that instant she screams at me and tells me if I could help her !! I say yes, I work in hospital! I asked her what happened to her and she told me ...hat while she was exercising in the park she had bent her ankle and she had fallen. She was wearing a red sports bra that marked her small, firm tits and a small black sports shorts that allowed me to see a firm, hard ass and long, delicate, white and sensual legs. I checked his ankle and he had nothing, only the pain of the blow. I help her to. He let out a long slow breath. ‘Before the prom was over I was—if Amanda really was a girl, I was to prove it by showing the guys the proof her panties. I didn’t want to do that, but I couldn’t let my teammates know I was a putz. I have an older sister, and she offered to supply me the necessary garment as proof.’ ‘So your first date was a lie you told Amanda?’ ‘No, it wasn’t a lie. Amanda wasn’t much to look at when she was in school. She wasn’t ugly. She wasn’t pretty. She was, well, just. Good way to keep up to date and pay back a little, in my opinion.I even felt that way after the console lights started flashing, the power started dropping and the plane started losing altitude. I had no threats on the screens. None. Then it felt and sounded like a spoon in a garbage disposal. Yes, felt. I actually felt in my ass, the plane coming apart. I had no plans of trying to fly a single engine jet with no engine, fifth generation fighter be damned, so I set all the charges ... In any. After they crew got mikes wheelchair strapped down the crew finished their preparations the ramp was raised and they pilots reeved up the engines.And they slowly got the chopper off of the pad and they headed for enemy territory. After a very boring chopper ride the chinook began to descend onto the landing zone. Just before it hit the landing zone Mike retrieved his night vision googles from his pack.Then he put them onto his head and turned them on when the chopper finally hit the landing.