“I heard from Georgia Tech today,” she said, sipping bourbon from her glass.“And?” I asked.“Accepted,” she said, as a tear ran down her ch...ek.“What’s with the tears?” I asked.“I’m leaving you and everyone else here!” she said, gulping down the rest of her drink.“I know, but this is what you have to do.”She got out of her chair and came over to mine. Unbidden, she plopped down in my lap and put her arms around my neck.“That doesn’t make it easier,” she said.I wrapped my arms around her and held. She saw Private Thomas and Corporal Simpson on the floor next to her and the third male on the patrol whose name she did not know because he was only recently arrived and was pretty well closed mouthed was unconscious and obviously dumped on the floor without any effort to find out what was wrong with him.Their captors had already collected their dog tags and had written their names on a chalk board on the wall. She saw the fourth member was Private Johnson and he had a mark next to his name. The bedroom she was given she was sure once had been her dads though there was now a double bed but there was a faded cowboy border on the walls and some toys. She was only relieved there was a computer and small television added though she soon foud out there was no internet and her grandfather only got a few stations.Her grandfather was a bit gruff but after dinner she joined him for some television in the living room before she headed for bed. She woke up later that night though to find him. I could tell how fast his heart was beating by the way his cock pulsed. She opened her mouth wide and dipped her face over, taking in most of it. “Oh, Aunt Linda!” “Oh, shit!” Rick said as he jerked faster. “Step-aunt,” I panted. “It’s not that big a deal,” I lied. I could not get a good look at his cock because it was either covered with Linda’s mouth or her hands, as her head bobbed up and down. Brian couldn’t look away, and she smiled up at him between bobs. Linda had to put her hands on his.