"Who is she?" droned a nasally female voice. "Irina Savitsky,"said the man who had led her into the building. "Twenty-six years old,widowed, lives alo...e in a lower class apartment complex. No record of arrest.Records show that she has worked as a waitress in various restaurants for thelast ten years." All of her personal information was accessible by themilitary via a tiny chip implanted deep into her body -- something that hadbeen made mandatory for all citizens over a decade ago. "We picked. Strangely, she had never been in Lynn's house, so this was afirst in the four years they had been neighbours. She jumped over theeighteen-inch wall onto Lynn's porch and knocked atthe back door."You're late!" Lynn shouted, "Come onin."Sandy glanced at her watch - it was 35minutes since she had gone to get ready. She walked through to the lounge andthere was Lynn, standing at the hi-fi."I thought we said an hour" Sandy said."I said half an hour," Lynn replied curtly,"Rod Stewart OK?"Sandy was a. The DI's were dumb founded because you could not keep a smile off Bret's face. Bret on the other hand could not believe he was being given such riches. Bret just stared, not believing he was actually receiving sure wonderful gifts. Let us look at the first day from Bret's eyes.The morning started with a three mile run. Running in their civilian clothes and shoes, the other recruits were in agony. Bret had always run in civilian clothes and shoes, never having owned athletic clothes or shoes.. Brian once again pulled himself away from my bouncing boobs and looked me in the eye. It was a deep look. We were both locked together in pleasure. This was the kind of look that only happens after years of love, or a few hours of pleasurable sex. This was the latter of course. Our heads both moved forward and we locked lips. This was a deep kiss full of passion and love. Two dicks moved in and out of me sending conflicting, but surprisingly consistent, pleasure waves throughout me. But this.