From Bristol we continued up I-81, which we had gotten on in Kingsport, to Wytheville, Virginia where we switched to I-77. We followed I-77 north to B...ckley, West Virginia, where one of my men had lived, but he had never returned from Ashcanastan, having been killed in the ambush on our last mission there.From Beckley, we continued north on I-77 to Charleston, West Virginia where we stopped for fuel, lunch, and a pit stop. We were all taking turns driving now and would go for an hour to an hour. The caravan park is booked out, usually many months in advance, as is the hotel as well as local football oval which becomes a makeshift, tent only, camping ground. Market stalls and a small carnival always seem to magically appear during this time. My story takes place during one such summer four years ago.I just realized I have been rather rude and not introduced myself. My name is Stacy, twenty years old and I can best be described as a “Plain Jane." I am 170cm tall, slender build,. They won't like those odds, not now they know our fire-power."We heard the sound of approaching sirens in the distance."Trust the Old Bill, " said Steve, "Bloody late, as usual."The 'Old Bill' - a cockney nickname for the police - duly arrived. Several white-faced young constables and a couple of old hands in flak jackets ringed the cottage. Niall called out to them."It's OK, gentlemen. The bad guys have already left. Do come in!"There was a hasty consultation until someone who has seen too. ?You lick!? Nashiba shouted. ?You lick until I say. You good girl and lick well, you sleep with Nashiba tonight. You not good girl, you not do good job, you sleep with dog outside. You prefer??The girl shook her head. The thought of sleeping with the dogs was not entirely unappealing, not in comparison to sleeping with her Mistress. Nevertheless, she did not wish to displease the Lieutenant and experience her wrath any further than she had already.The lieutenant sighed as the girl sunk her.