The girl's big brown eyes were dull and listless as she allowed Adam to complete his adjustments.It was only as the scientist stood before her, undoin... the buttons of his white coat, that the girl began to show a little interest. Even though she was "wired", Adam had made the attachments so that his subject would have the utmost freedom of movement. He would have the benefit of knowing exactly what her bodily changes were as she progressed in the experiment.He released the bloated hardness of. Spending time together in a way we'd never totally allowed ourselves to before. I took her to the hidden beautiful places, places painters had made careers of smearing colored oils on canvas to represent. Sneaking in after dark, long after close I took her down close to the water. The sounds of the waves mixed with the wind through the leaves of the trees.On the moss covered hill, under the dim moonlight she didn't resist. Sensual and slow, even with nearly a year of pent up need. Kissing her. The militia enjoyed their visit, but John had them leave before they wore out their welcome.Less than a week later, the militia was suckered into a fight by some clever Comanches. Three young braves rode close to the Whites and fired off muskets they had captured from somewhere. The shooting was totally inaccurate, but the Indians didn't care—they just wanted the militia to chase them.Shiply's Troop took off after the Indians at a dead run, but John ordered them not to shoot until they got. "Send him in," a voice growled back.I stepped into the room and looked up at a man I had talked to occasionally, but had never met in person. General Kenneth Montgomery was already becoming a legend in the military. He was a hard charging general who liked to lead his men by example. His aggressiveness was talked about in every barracks under his command, and yet, every marine serving in his command loved that his orders were always designed to minimize unnecessary risks. The respect he.