She was out for the evening with a couple of friends, all the same type, happy when being wined dined danced, and fucked but not always in that order....However, two of the three had settled down a little (my wife included, I thought) and lived for the occasional night out talking about the old times, etcetera. I answered the phone and the wife shouted at me, telling me her card had been refused when the three had decided to pay up at the closing of the bar, and I needed to talk to the bar. Do any of you have any rations on you? What about your combat knives? Oh, hell, your magazines are empty, including those in your sidearms.”One of the other generals laughed as the special force’s trackers realized the other generals were correct.“When I saw this little girl, I knew that someone sent in a wringer to punch this point through,” a female general told them, “Look, you are inept, but that is your chain of command’s fault for allowing your instructor to perpetuate the farce of doing. The more I caught myself looking at him the more I told myself ‘what the hell’, I’ll probably never see him again. Dinner was ready and we chatted casually about everyday stuff, him talking about finding work out this way which is part of the reason for visiting his family. I told him to make himself comfortable and I would clean up. I was bent over putting dishes away and next thing I know I feel hands on my shoulders as I pulled myself up. I thought to myself ‘hmm, strong hands’ and slowly. Everything seemed quiet until I picked up a strange noise coming from upstairs. I called my wife's name and still got no response so decided to head upstairs to see where she was and what she was doing.As I was heading up the stairs the noise I had heard earlier was getting louder but I still couldn't figure out what it was. It seemed to be a sort of banging noise with grunts or something. I was certainly curious about it as I headed down the hallway to the master bedroom. The closer I got to.