All the women in her family liked soldiers. She liked to talk. She also liked scotch and was generous with it. She looked like Elizabeth Taylor in Cle...patra, Arthur said, particularly when her blouse slipped to reveal an expanse of creamy, blue-veined, bosom.Her name was Lily. She had been on the stage, in 'variety', as an exotic dancer, billed as 'Lincolnshire Lil'. Before that she, and her mother, had been performers in 'tableaux' or 'attitudes'. Arthur was puzzled so she explained. Nudity on. They'd switched to a small sea plane in Puerta Rico. Apparently Trinibogo didn't have an airport. Guests came by seaplane or cruise ship.Her arousal confused her. She'd started feeling it the day she and Floyd went swimsuit shopping. It had grown as the date of their trip had arrived. Jess couldn't recall feeling horny since the first couple of times she and Floyd had gotten together as teenagers. She'd been horny and ready then, but her arousal had faded after experiencing sex a couple times.. .. got the finest personnel on board with us, and the uhm, thefinest operations officer, Lieutenant Commander Orpha," Dawson stammeredand briefly paused. Around the bridge many eyebrows were raised."And, we've got over 100,000 fusion tipped missiles with their name onit!" he boasted, trying to recover. "So, what's our motto?" he asked.The ship responded with a resounding, "We got this!" Now, let's give'em hell men, uhh, I mean, people!" Dawson finished."Aye aye sir!" the crew yelled out. 50 caliber sniper rifle against his shoulder, put the crosshairs of his scope on the Sa'arm they'd chosen as a target, took up the slack in the trigger and squeezed gently. The weapon's stock punched him in the shoulder and the muzzle popped up a bit; when it settled back into place, the scope showed him that the target was missing a chunk of his head the size of a fist. As he watched, it settled on it's base (or it's ass, as Sergeant Macon thought of it), still braced by it's tripod of.