One was short range, a ‘90 Caprice that would sit near the house. The other was a hi-cube van with internal antennas for long range work; that would...be parked on high ground near the planned ambush site. In both cases they would looking for transponders from real law enforcement vehicles, search for any radios (including cell phones) the bandits were using and jam cell phones, like theaters do. One of our guys had put together a pair of signal intercepters (AKA stingrays) which needed a. . . Everything in the square was just so—a world unto itself. And it all fittin’ in with the Polish general the square was named after. General Casimir Pulaski, the Revolutionary War hero who fell in the battle to snatch Savannah back from the British in 1779. The inn’s name came from the man’s first name, the café’s name from his rank. Flankin’ both on the north and south sides of the square were row houses, some now turned into apartment blocks, mostly owned or rented by people havin’. It was intentional of course, and I wasn't quite feeling that good yet, but I wanted this! I wanted these guys to give me everything they had! The thought of their cum covering me was hard in my mind. I knew exactly what was going on now, and it was the only thing in the world that I wanted. As I thought about it, and thought only about that and nothing else, I started to really get into the level of pleasure where I was writhing, softly swearing, and begging for the pleasure to take me, as if. They were on vacation, there were six more days of this fantastic cruise, and, at least for right now, Life Was Good. *** Jake only slept for 20 minutes. He woke up refreshed. He was so excited he simply couldn’t sleep anymore. He looked at his sleeping Darby, and he felt a surge of guilty pride that he, a 45-year-old man could fuck this hot young thing into unconsciousness. He smiled to himself slyly as he reflected to himself, ‘Yeah, I still got it!’ Restless, he looked at the daily flyer.