Even before the impact the Blackhawk with the mini guns saw what was happening. The pilot started screaming into the radios.“The convoy is being att...cked! We need backup up now at the Bowie 301/ 50 merge.”What I did not know was that with the three of us being uncomfortable this morning, Ed had changed protocol today. When the convoy was traveling this afternoon, the other two Blackhawks and two Bell 407s were to be in the air over the shore, fully manned with heavily armed security. This time, there was no resistance at all. I invaded the girl’s mouth with my tongue and played with hers. It was so cute, the way she seemed not to know what to do, and trying to mimic my movements. I slid my hands down the sides of her body, ribs, waist, hips, then I cupped her tight little butt with my hands. As I ordered, no panties. Reaching further, the tips of my fingers touched her pussy, then I parted its lips, feeling her warmth.Alissa gasped beautifully, her eyes on mine, her brows. ‘Yes. I know. You write for Sailors’ World.’ ‘I do. Well … just on a freelance basis. I’ve done a few pieces. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to do more. In fact, I have another piece in next month’s edition.’ ‘You were at The Red Dog.’ ‘Yes. I was meeting with one of the guys from Sailors’ World. They’re right next door. It’s sort of their local.’ Zara definitely fell into the category of ‘posh totty’. She was way, way out of my league. But we chatted for a bit anyway. She told me that her father. But a month ago... "I was going to guess Italian or Spanish. But, it's the end of theday, I'm tired, so I'll be blunt. You seem a bit ...fashionchallenged? Like you've, um, never worn heels before?"I shrugged. She was right; I was devoid of fashion sense. I wonderwhat gave me away, my ratty jeans and stained gray t-shirt, maybe? Orthat I didn't have a smudge of makeup on? Wait! Make up! Joe wantsme to wear that tonight too. Shit!"Have you? Worn heels, I mean? Any girl as pretty as.