‘Alright cut the shit and listen up, the LT has given you slackers the day off tomorrow. I will need one volunteer, I need a driver,’ I waited for...a reply, and I waited some more, ‘Well come on, don’t all of you raise your hands at once.’ A hand appeared in the back, and I waited to see who it was attached to. PFC Kent, sweet cheeks, forty trained killers and my volunteer was an ex cheerleader, swell, just fucking swell. Kent and I headed out early, zero five thirty, we were to meet the package. ‘Wonder if the saloon has anything to do with the ‘Rock Bottom Brewery’ back home,’ he asked aloud. ‘Food first and then maybe a beer. A saloon should be a good place to gather some information.’ They were a few people in Rosita’s café. A cowhand or two, two old men, and a man sitting at a table against the back wall. He had a pistol in a tied down holster on his right hip and what looked like a double barrel 10 gauge coach gun on the table next to his food. The man also wore a star pinned to. "Exactly. Actually, once sugar and a splash of milk,but I couldn't resist the reference."He smiled thinking about that movie, which was one of his favorites. "Thatwas good," he said chucking.Bringing in the coffees he handed her a cup. She grasped it with bothhands and blew on the surface to cool it. He admired her lips and noticedthat her lipstick was perfect again. She must have repaired it from dinnerwhile he was in the kitchen. Her lips where so seductive, pursed like thatto blow on. She was not charming but she had the curves to turn any man mad. She was wearing a formal dress. More like the corperate type. High heels. I figured she was a working woman. She probably had bunked office. Her ass was round and awesome with small but firm breast. As her back turned towards me I walked closer to her. I unzipped standing behind her & threw her on the couch. She got angry & said “how dare you”? I ripped of her shirt. She said she would call the security if I didnot leave her. But.