I reflected on what Gypsy was doing for me, and to me. I searched my heart and soul for what Gypsy was becoming to me. No other woman like Gypsy had e...er taken such interest in me. No other kid I knew had such a great job. No other kid I knew was making what I made. They certainly weren't making it to fuck pretty women who appreciated a young man's attention. I sipped my drink as I pondered life itself. A short time later Gypsy strolled through the game room, naked as usual. My presence. " Amanda winked at Miles.At Amanda's request, Miles took a seat in one of the bar booths where he could be alone and separate from the sensitive discussions. While in the booth, he marveled how Amanda led the group. She had become a more important member of the BPM since she saw her last.Then Miles saw "her" and his heart raced.There was Zara. She was the last to rejoin the circle. Facing the booth, she noticed Miles, smiled and waved. Miles naturally waved back. A natural gesture to a pretty. "Do you think you could help me out with that, Lyle?" Kim," I said in what I hoped was a firm voice, "we have to stop. We can't do this."She looked at me, all doe-eyed innocence. "Can't do what, Lyle?" Then her blouse was off and she was standing up, walking toward me, reaching back to the clasp of her bra. "Are you saying you can't help me?" Her bra dropped to the floor and she was standing in front of me, her impossibly perfect tits at eye level. "My boobs are all swollen with milk, Lyle.. Commanders of units actually on our various borders were requested to liaise with our opposite numbers if possible, to let them know what we were doing.Eventually I looked back up at my communications and code clerk. "Rani, please get me General Ali over in Cockraper, or whoever has the watch if he is away."The village of Khockropar was no more miserable than any other north Indian village before the Partition, and a good deal more prosperous than most since it was on the old British railroad.